text_original: But she  if when her years were glad Vain fluttering thoughts were hers, that hid Behind that gracious fame she had; If e'er observance hard she did That sinful men might call her saint,   White handed Pia, dovelike eyed,   The sick blank hours shall yet acquaint Her heart with all her blameful pride.
text_transcription: BUT SHE IF WHEN HER YEARS WERE GLAD VAIN FLUTTERING THOUGHTS WERE HERS THAT HID BEHIND THAT GRACIOUS FAME SHE HAD IF EVER OBSERVANT'S HEART SHE DID THAT SINFUL MAN MIGHT CALL HER SAINT WHITE HANDED PIER DOVE LIKE EYED THE SICK BLANK HOURS SHALL YET ACQUAINT HER HEART WITH ALL HER BLAMEFUL PRIDE
phonemes: bˌʌt ʃiː ɪf wɛn hɜː jˈɪɹz wɜː ɡlˈæd vˈeɪn flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ θˈɔːts wɜː hˈɜːz, ðæt hˈɪd bᵻhˌaɪnd ðæt ɡɹˈeɪʃəs fˈeɪm ʃiː hˌæd; ɪf ˈɛɹ əbzˈɜːvəns hˈɑːɹd ʃiː dˈɪd ðæt sˈɪnfəl mˈɛn mˌaɪt kˈɔːl hɜː sˈeɪnt,   wˈaɪt hˈændᵻd pˈiə, dˈʌvlaɪk ˈaɪd,   ðə sˈɪk blˈæŋk ˈaʊɚz ʃˌæl jˈɛt ɐkwˈeɪnt hɜː hˈɑːɹt wɪð ˈɔːl hɜː blˈeɪmfəl pɹˈaɪd.