text_original: Beneath her beauty, blanched with pain, And wistful yet for being cheated, A child would seem to ask again A question many times repeated; But no rebellion has betrayed Her wonder at what she has paid For memories that have no stain, For triumph born to be defeated.
text_transcription: BENEATH HER BEAUTY BLANCHED WITH PAIN AND WISTFUL YET FOR BEING CHEATED A CHILD WOULD SEEM TO ASK AGAIN A QUESTION MANY TIMES REPEATED BUT NO REBELLION HAS BETRAYED HER WONDER AT WHAT SHE HAS PAID FOR MEMORIES THAT HAVE NO STAIN FOR TRIUMPH BORN TO BE DEFEATED
phonemes: bᵻnˌiːθ hɜː bjˈuːɾi, blˈæntʃt wɪð pˈeɪn, ænd wˈɪstfəl jˈɛt fɔːɹ bˌiːɪŋ tʃˈiːɾᵻd, ɐ tʃˈaɪld wʊd sˈiːm tʊ ˈæsk ɐɡˈɛn ɐ kwˈɛstʃən mˈɛni tˈaɪmz ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd; bˌʌt nˈoʊ ɹᵻbˈɛliən hɐz bᵻtɹˈeɪd hɜː wˈʌndɚɹ æt wʌt ʃiː hɐz pˈeɪd fɔːɹ mˈɛmɚɹiz ðæt hæv nˈoʊ stˈeɪn, fɔːɹ tɹˈaɪʌmf bˈɔːɹn təbi dᵻfˈiːɾᵻd.