text_original: Oh, blooms and storms must blush and freeze, While seasons come and go! I lift the sash  and live, the gale Comes leaping to my call. The rose is but a painted one That hangs upon the wall.
text_transcription: OH BLOOMS AND STORMS MUST BLUSH AND FREEZE WHILE SEASONS COME AND GO I LIFT THE SASH AND LIFE THE GALE COMES SLEEPING TO MY CALL THE ROSE IS BUT A PAINTED ONE THAT HANGS UPON THE WALL
phonemes: ˈoʊ, blˈuːmz ænd stˈɔːɹmz mˈʌst blˈʌʃ ænd fɹˈiːz, wˌaɪl sˈiːzənz kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ! aɪ lˈɪft ðə sˈæʃ ænd lˈaɪv, ðə ɡˈeɪl kˈʌmz lˈiːpɪŋ tə maɪ kˈɔːl. ðə ɹˈoʊz ɪz bˌʌt ɐ pˈeɪntᵻd wˈʌn ðæt hˈæŋz əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɔːl.