text_original: The treachery, at last, too late, is plain; Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt. What joy sufficient hath November felt? What profit from the violet's day of pain?
text_transcription: THE TREACHERY AT LEAST TOO LATETE IS PLAIN BARE AS THE PLAY SEES WHILE THE SWEET FLOWERS DWELT WHAT CHOICE SUFFICIENT HAS NOVEMBER FELT WHAT PROFIT FROM THE VIOLET'S DAY OF PAIN
phonemes: ðə tɹˈɛtʃɚɹi, æt lˈæst, tˈuː lˈeɪt, ɪz plˈeɪn; bˈɛɹ ɑːɹ ðə plˈeɪsᵻz wˌɛɹ ðə swˈiːt flˈaʊɚz dwˈɛlt. wˌʌt dʒˈɔɪ səfˈɪʃənt hæθ noʊvˈɛmbɚ fˈɛlt? wˌʌt pɹˈɑːfɪt fɹʌmðə vˈaɪəlɪts dˈeɪ ʌv pˈeɪn?