text_original: And if I would tell by the lily bell, I would think it was calm, white noon; And the violet's blue would tell by its hue Of the evening coming soon. But when I would know by my lady's face, I am all perplexed the while; For it's always starlight by her eyes, And sunlight by her smile. Trailing Arbutus.
text_transcription: AND IF I WOULD TELL BY THE LILY BELL I WOULD THINK IT WAS CALM WHITE NOON AND THE THE VIOLET'S BLUE WOULD TELL BY ITS HUE OF THE EVENING COMING SOON BUT WHEN I WOULD KNOW BY MY LADY'S FACE I'M ALL PERPLEXED THE WHILE FOR IT'S ALWAYS STARLIGHT BY HER EYES AND SUNLIGHT BY HER SMILE END OF POEM DIS
phonemes: ænd ɪf aɪ wʊd tˈɛl baɪ ðə lˈɪli bˈɛl, aɪ wʊd θˈɪŋk ɪt wʌz kˈɑːm, wˈaɪt nˈuːn; ænd ðə vˈaɪəlɪts blˈuː wʊd tˈɛl baɪ ɪts hjˈuː ʌvðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ kˈʌmɪŋ sˈuːn. bˌʌt wɛn aɪ wʊd nˈoʊ baɪ maɪ lˈeɪdiz fˈeɪs, aɪɐm ˈɔːl pɚplˈɛkst ðə wˈaɪl; fɔːɹ ɪts ˈɔːlweɪz stˈɑːɹlaɪt baɪ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ænd sˈʌnlaɪt baɪ hɜː smˈaɪl. tɹˈeɪlɪŋ ˈɑːɹbjuːɾəs.