text_original: LAMENT HOW she would have loved A party to day!— Bright hatted and gloved, With table and tray And chairs on the lawn Her smiles would have shone With welcomings . . . But She is shut, she is shut From friendship's spell In the jailing shell Of her tiny cell.
text_transcription: LAMENT HOW SHE WOULD HAVE LOVED A PARTY TO DAY BRIGHT HEADED AND GLOVED WITH TABLE AND TRAY AND CHAIRS ON THE LAWN HER SMILES WOULD HAVE SHONE WITH WELCOMINGS BUT SHE IS SHUT SHE IS SHUT FROM FRIENDSHIP'S SPELL IN THE JAILING SHELL OF HER TINY CELL
phonemes: lɐmˈɛnt hˌaʊ ʃiː wʊdhɐv lˈʌvd ɐ pˈɑːɹɾi tə dˈeɪ!— bɹˈaɪt hˈæɾᵻd ænd ɡlˈʌvd, wɪð tˈeɪbəl ænd tɹˈeɪ ænd tʃˈɛɹz ɔnðə lˈɔːn hɜː smˈaɪlz wʊdhɐv ʃˈɑːn wɪð wˈɛlkʌmɪŋz . . . bˌʌt ʃiː ɪz ʃˈʌt, ʃiː ɪz ʃˈʌt fɹʌm fɹˈɛndʃɪps spˈɛl ɪnðə dʒˈeɪlɪŋ ʃˈɛl ʌv hɜː tˈaɪni sˈɛl.