text_original: Sweet, could I show you in what wise Your song has blossomed  how the air Is mad with gold because your hair, Tossed golden 'neath your sea blue eyes, And earth goes laughing with your glee?
text_transcription: SWEET COULD I SHOW YOU IN WHAT WISE YOUR SONG HAS BLOSSOMED HOW THE AIR IS MAD WITH GOLD BECAUSE YOUR HAIR TOSSED GOLD NEATH YOUR SEA BLUE EYES AND EARTH GOES LAUGHING WITH YOUR GLEE
phonemes: swˈiːt, kʊd aɪ ʃˈoʊ juː ɪn wʌt wˈaɪz jʊɹ sˈɔŋ hɐz blˈɔsəmd hˌaʊ ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz mˈæd wɪð ɡˈoʊld bɪkˈʌz jʊɹ hˈɛɹ, tˈɔst ɡˈoʊldən nˈiːθ jʊɹ sˈiː blˈuː ˈaɪz, ænd ˈɜːθ ɡoʊz lˈæfɪŋ wɪð jʊɹ ɡlˈiː?