text_original: the blood of conquered shame Had filled your cheeks with red, And roses molten out of flame Quickened the speechless dead, Last night, when my beloved came And kissed me in my bed.
text_transcription: THE BLOOD OF CONQUERED SHAME HAD FILLED YOUR CHEEKS WITH RED AND ROSES MOLTEN OUT OF FLAME QUICKENED THE SPEECHLESS DEAD LAST NIGHT WHEN MY BELOVED CAME AND KISSED ME IN MY BED
phonemes: ðə blˈʌd ʌv kˈɑːŋkɚd ʃˈeɪm hæd fˈɪld jʊɹ tʃˈiːks wɪð ɹˈɛd, ænd ɹˈoʊzᵻz mˈoʊltən ˌaʊɾəv flˈeɪm kwˈɪkənd ðə spˈiːtʃləs dˈɛd, lˈæst nˈaɪt, wˌɛn maɪ bᵻlˈʌvd kˈeɪm ænd kˈɪst mˌiː ɪn maɪ bˈɛd.