text_original: V. In vain he labor'd thro' the sylvan park Bianca haunted in  that where she came, Her learned eyes in wandering might mark The twisted cypher of her maiden name, Wholesomely going thro' a course of bark: No one was touched or troubled by his flame, Except the Dryads, those old maids that grow In trees,  like wooden dolls in embryo.
text_transcription: FIVE IN VAIN HE LABOURED THROUGH THE SYLVAN PARK BIANCA HAUNTED IN THAT WHERE SHE CAME HER LEARNED EYES IN WANDERING MIGHT MARK THE TWISTED CIPHER OF HER MAIDEN NAME WHOLESOMELY GOING THROUGH A COURSE OF BARK NO ONE WAS TOUCHED OR TROUBLED BY HIS FLAME EXCEPT THE DRYADS THOSE OLD MAIDS THAT GROW IN TREES LIKE WOODEN DOLLS IN EMBRYO
phonemes: vˈiː. ɪn vˈeɪn hiː lˈeɪbɚd θɹˈoʊ ðə sˈɪlvən pˈɑːɹk bɪˈɑːŋkə hˈɔːntᵻd ɪn ðæt wˌɛɹ ʃiː kˈeɪm, hɜː lˈɜːnᵻd ˈaɪz ɪn wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ mˌaɪt mˈɑːɹk ðə twˈɪstᵻd sˈaɪfɚɹ ʌv hɜː mˈeɪdən nˈeɪm, hˈoʊlsʌmli ɡˌoʊɪŋ θɹˈoʊ ɐ kˈɔːɹs ʌv bˈɑːɹk: nˈoʊwˈʌn wʌz tˈʌtʃt ɔːɹ tɹˈʌbəld baɪ hɪz flˈeɪm, ɛksˈɛpt ðə dɹˈaɪædz, ðoʊz ˈoʊld mˈeɪdz ðæt ɡɹˈoʊ ɪn tɹˈiːz,  lˈaɪk wˈʊdən dˈɑːlz ɪn ˈɛmbɹɪˌoʊ.