text_original: Like a wintry lily was his brow in hue; And his cheeks were each a rose, wintry, too. Then my soul remembered all that made us part, And what I had laughed at once  broke my heart.
text_transcription: LIKE A WINTRY LILY WAS HIS BROW IN YEW AND HIS CHEEKS WERE EACH A ROSE WINTRY TOO THEN MY SOUL REMEMBERED ALL THAT MADE US PART AND WHAT I HAD LAUGHED AT ONCE BROKE MY HEART
phonemes: lˈaɪk ɐ wˈɪntɹi lˈɪli wʌz hɪz bɹˈaʊ ɪn hjˈuː; ænd hɪz tʃˈiːks wɜːɹ ˈiːtʃ ɐ ɹˈoʊz, wˈɪntɹi, tˈuː. ðˈɛn maɪ sˈoʊl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ˈɔːl ðæt mˌeɪd ˌʌs pˈɑːɹt, ænd wʌt aɪ hæd lˈæft ɐtwˈʌns bɹˈoʊk maɪ hˈɑːɹt.