text_original: O roses that were so sweet In the Junes of a happier day, Ye have passed — and can never repeat The gladness of summers too fleet — The love ye have taken away.
text_transcription: O ROSES THAT WERE SO SWEET IN THE JUNES OF A HAPPIER DAY YE HAVE PASSED AND CAN NEVER REPEAT THE GLADNESS OF SUMMER'S TOO FLEET THE LOVE YE HAVE TAKEN AWAY
phonemes: ˈoʊ ɹˈoʊzᵻz ðæt wɜː sˌoʊ swˈiːt ɪnðə dʒˈuːnz əvə hˈæpɪɚ dˈeɪ, jiː hæv pˈæst — ænd kæn nˈɛvɚ ɹᵻpˈiːt ðə ɡlˈædnəs ʌv sˈʌmɚz tˈuː flˈiːt — ðə lˈʌv jiː hæv tˈeɪkən ɐwˈeɪ.