text_original: And often the first bright star o'erhead Had whispered, "Sweet, where the rose blooms red, Come look with me for the love that's dead." And she would wait with the star she knew, Where the fountain splashed and the roses blew, Where never again would he come to woo.
text_transcription: AND OFTEN THE FIRST BRIGHT STAR OVERHEAD HAD WHISPERED SWEET WHERE THE ROSE BLOOMS RED COME LOOK WITH ME FOR THE LOVE THAT'S DEAD AND SHE WOULD WAIT WITH THE STAR SHE KNEW WHERE THE FOUNTAIN SPLASHED AND THE ROSES BLEW WHEN NEVER AGAIN WOULD HE COME TO WOO
phonemes: ænd ˈɔfən ðə fˈɜːst bɹˈaɪt stˈɑːɹ ˈɔːɹhɛd hæd wˈɪspɚd, "swˈiːt, wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈoʊz blˈuːmz ɹˈɛd, kˈʌm lˈʊk wɪð mˌiː fɚðə lˈʌv ðæts dˈɛd." ænd ʃiː wʊd wˈeɪt wɪððə stˈɑːɹ ʃiː nˈuː, wˌɛɹ ðə fˈaʊntɪn splˈæʃt ænd ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz blˈuː, wˌɛɹ nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn wʊd hiː kˈʌm tə wˈuː.