text_original: Another wanders where the cold wind blows, Wet haired, with eyes that sting one like a knife. Homeless forever, at her bosom close She holds the purchase of her love and life, Of motherhood, unglorified as wife; And bitterer than the world's relentless scorn The knowing her child were happier never born. Whence are the halo and the fiery shame That fashion thus a crown and curse of love?
text_transcription: ANOTHER WANDERS WHERE THE COLD WIND BLOWS WET HAIRED WITH EYES THAT STING ONE LIKE A KNIFE HOMELESS FOR EVER AT HER BOSOM CLOSE SHE HOLDS THE PURCHASE OF HER LOVE AND LIFE OF MOTHERHOOD UNGLORIFIED AS WIFE AND BITTERER THAN THE WORLD'S RELENTLESS SCORN THAN KNOWING HER CHILD WERE HAPPIER NEVER BORN WHENCE ARE THE HALO AND THE FIERY SHAME THAT FASHION DOES A CROWN AND CURSE OF LOVE
phonemes: ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈɔndɚz wˌɛɹ ðə kˈoʊld wˈɪnd blˈoʊz, wˈɛt hˈɛɹd, wɪð ˈaɪz ðæt stˈɪŋ wˈʌn lˈaɪk ɐ nˈaɪf. hˈoʊmləs fɚɹˈɛvɚ, æt hɜː bˈʊzəm klˈoʊs ʃiː hˈoʊldz ðə pˈɜːtʃɪs ʌv hɜː lˈʌv ænd lˈaɪf, ʌv mˈʌðɚhˌʊd, ʌŋɡlˈɔːɹᵻfˌaɪd æz wˈaɪf; ænd bˈɪɾɚɹɚ ðɐn ðə wˈɜːldz ɹɪlˈɛntləs skˈɔːɹn ðə nˈoʊɪŋ hɜː tʃˈaɪld wɜː hˈæpɪɚ nˈɛvɚ bˈɔːɹn. wˈɛns ɑːɹ ðə hˈeɪloʊ ænd ðə fˈaɪɚɹi ʃˈeɪm ðæt fˈæʃən ðˈʌs ɐ kɹˈaʊn ænd kˈɜːs ʌv lˈʌv?