text_original: V Thirty one pale maidens, clad All in mourning dresses, Pass, with lips and eyes more sad That it seems they should be glad, Heads discrowned of crowns they had, Grey for golden tresses.
text_transcription: VE THIRTY ONE PALE MAIDENS CLAD ALL IN MOURNING DRESSES PASS WITH LIPS AND EYES MORE SAD THAT IT SEEMS THEY SHOULD BE GLAD HEADS THIS CROWN OF CROWNS THEY HAD GREY FOR GOLDEN TRESSES
phonemes: vˈiː θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn pˈeɪl mˈeɪdənz, klˈæd ˈɔːl ɪn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ dɹˈɛsᵻz, pˈæs, wɪð lˈɪps ænd ˈaɪz mˈɔːɹ sˈæd ðˌɐɾɪt sˈiːmz ðeɪ ʃˌʊd biː ɡlˈæd, hˈɛdz dɪskɹˈaʊnd ʌv kɹˈaʊnz ðeɪ hˌæd, ɡɹˈeɪ fɔːɹ ɡˈoʊldən tɹˈɛsᵻz.