text_original: But autumn's wind uncloses The heart of all your flowers, I think as with the roses, So hath it been with ours.
text_transcription: BUT AUTUMN'S WIND UNCLOSES THE HEART OF ALL YOUR FLOWERS I THINK AS WITH THE ROSES SO HATH IT BEEN WITH OURS
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈɔːɾʌmz wˈɪnd ʌŋklˈoʊzᵻz ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ˈɔːl jʊɹ flˈaʊɚz, aɪ θˈɪŋk æz wɪððə ɹˈoʊzᵻz, sˈoʊ hæθ ɪt bˌɪn wɪð aʊɚz.