text_original: FROM ONE BLIND I cannot say thy cheek is like the rose, Thy hair like rippled sunbeams, and thine eyes Like violets, April rich and sprung of God.
text_transcription: FROM ONE BLIND I CANNOT SAY THY CHEEK IS LIKE THE ROSE THY HAIR LIKE RIPPLED SUNBEAMS AND THINE EYES LIKE VIOLETS APRIL RICH AND SPRUNG OF GOD
phonemes: fɹʌm wˈʌn blˈaɪnd aɪ kænˈɑːt sˈeɪ ðˌaɪ tʃˈiːk ɪz lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈoʊz, ðˌaɪ hˈɛɹ lˈaɪk ɹˈɪpəld sˈʌnbiːmz, ænd ðaɪn ˈaɪz lˈaɪk vˈaɪəlɪts, ˈeɪpɹəl ɹˈɪtʃ ænd spɹˈʌŋ ʌv ɡˈɑːd.