text_original: XII _Rosa Mundi_ O life that flowered at the very top of the tree, Redder than all the roses out of the South, This was the blossom colored and wrought for me, Sweeter than scarlet bloom of a maiden's mouth.
text_transcription: SONYA ROSA MUNDI O LIFE THAT FLOWERED AT THE VERY TOP OF THE TREE REDDER THAN ALL THE ROSES OUT OF THE SOUTH THIS WAS THE BLOSSOM COLOURED AND WROUGHT FOR ME SWEETER THAN SCARLET BLOOM OF A MAIDEN'S MOUTH
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv ɹˈoʊsə mˈʌndi ˈoʊ lˈaɪf ðæt flˈaʊɚd æt ðə vˈɛɹi tˈɑːp ʌvðə tɹˈiː, ɹˈɛdɚ ðɐn ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ˌaʊɾəv ðə sˈaʊθ, ðɪs wʌzðə blˈɔsəm kˈʌlɚd ænd ɹˈɔːt fɔːɹ mˌiː, swˈiːɾɚ ðɐn skˈɑːɹlɪt blˈuːm əvə mˈeɪdənz mˈaʊθ.