text_original: Sometimes she dons a robe of green, Sometimes a robe of snowy white, But, in whatever garb she's seen, It seems most beautiful and right, And is the loveliest to my sight. V. Not I her lover am alone, Yet unto all she doth suffice, None jealous is, and every one Reads love and truth within her eyes, And deemeth her his own dear prize.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES SHE DONNS A ROBE OF GREEN SOMETIMES A ROBE OF SNOWY WHITE BUT IN WHATEVER GARB SHE'S SEEN IT SEEMS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN RIGHT AND IS THE LOVELIEST TO MY SIGHT PART FIVE NOT I HER LOVER AM ALONE YET UNTO ALL SHE DOTH SUFFICE NONE JEALOUS IS AND EVERY ONE READS LOVE AND TRUTH WITHIN HER EYES AND DEEMETH HER HIS OWN DEAR PRIZE
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz ʃiː dˈɑːnz ɐ ɹˈoʊb ʌv ɡɹˈiːn, sˈʌmtaɪmz ɐ ɹˈoʊb ʌv snˈoʊi wˈaɪt, bˌʌt, ɪn wʌtˈɛvɚ ɡˈɑːɹb ʃiːz sˈiːn, ɪt sˈiːmz mˈoʊst bjˈuːɾifəl ænd ɹˈaɪt, ænd ɪz ðə lˈʌvliɪst tə maɪ sˈaɪt. vˈiː. nˌɑːt aɪ hɜː lˈʌvɚɹ ɐm ɐlˈoʊn, jˈɛt ˌʌntʊ ˈɔːl ʃiː dʌθ səfˈaɪs, nˈʌn dʒˈɛləs ɪz, ænd ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ɹˈiːdz lˈʌv ænd tɹˈuːθ wɪðˌɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ænd dˈiːməθ hɜː hɪz ˈoʊn dˈɪɹ pɹˈaɪz.