text_original: In thee let my whole being find a tongue ; Pluck thou the rose where I have plucked the thorn, Nor leave the perfect flower to fade forlorn.
text_transcription: IN THEE LET MY WHOLE BEING FIND A TONGUE PLUCK THOU THE ROSE WHERE I'VE PLUCKED THE THORN NOR LEAVE THE PERFECT FLOWER TO FADE FORLORN
phonemes: ɪn ðiː lˈɛt maɪ hˈoʊl bˌiːɪŋ fˈaɪnd ɐ tˈʌŋ ; plˈʌk ðˈaʊ ðə ɹˈoʊz wˌɛɹ aɪ hæv plˈʌkt ðə θˈɔːɹn, nˈɔːɹ lˈiːv ðə pˈɜːfɛkt flˈaʊɚ tə fˈeɪd fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn.