text_original: A poem every flower is, And every leaf a line, And with delicious memories They fill this heart of mine: No living blossoms are so clear As these dead relics treasured here; One tells of Love, of friendship one, Love's quiet after sunset time, When the all dazzling light is gone, And, with the soul's low vesper chime, O'er half its heaven doth out flow A holy calm and steady glow.
text_transcription: A POEM EVERY FLOWER IS IN EVERY LEAF A LINE AND WITH DELICIOUS MEMORIES THEY FILL THIS HEART OF MINE NO LIVING BLOSSOMS ARE SO CLEAR AS THESE DEAD RELICS TREASURED HERE ONE TELLS OF LOVE OF FRIENDSHIP WON LOVE'S QUIET AFTER SUNSET TIME WHEN THE ALL DAZZLING LIGHT IS GONE AND WITH THE SOUL'S LOW VESPER CHIME O'ER HALF ITS HEAVEN DOTH OUTFLOW A HOLY CALM AND STEADY GLOW
phonemes: ɐ pˈoʊᵻm ˈɛvɹi flˈaʊɚɹ ɪz, ænd ˈɛvɹi lˈiːf ɐ lˈaɪn, ænd wɪð dᵻlˈɪʃəs mˈɛmɚɹiz ðeɪ fˈɪl ðɪs hˈɑːɹt ʌv mˈaɪn: nˈoʊ lˈɪvɪŋ blˈɔsəmz ɑːɹ sˌoʊ klˈɪɹ æz ðiːz dˈɛd ɹˈɛlɪks tɹˈɛʒɚd hˈɪɹ; wˈʌn tˈɛlz ʌv lˈʌv, ʌv fɹˈɛndʃɪp wˌʌn, lˈʌvz kwˈaɪət ˈæftɚ sˈʌnsɛt tˈaɪm, wˌɛn ðɪ ˈɔːl dˈæzlɪŋ lˈaɪt ɪz ɡˈɔn, ænd, wɪððə sˈoʊlz lˈoʊ vˈɛspɚ tʃˈaɪm, ˈɔːɹ hˈæf ɪts hˈɛvən dʌθ ˈaʊt flˈoʊ ɐ hˈoʊli kˈɑːm ænd stˈɛdi ɡlˈoʊ.