text_original: Which of our dearest dead betook his flight Into the rose red star that fell last night? The words forever by thy lips unsaid Had been the crown of life upon thy head. The splendid sun of all my days might be The love that I shall never give to thee.
text_transcription: WHICH OF OUR DEAREST DEAD BETOOK HIS FLIGHT INTO THE ROSE RED STAR THAT FELL LAST NIGHT THE WORDS FOR EVER BY THY LIPS UNSAID HAD BEEN THE CROWN OF LIFE UPON THY HEAD THE SPLENDID SUN OF ALL MY DAYS MIGHT BE THE LOVE THAT I SHALL NEVER GIVE TO THEE
phonemes: wˌɪtʃ ʌv ˌaʊɚ dˈɪɹɪst dˈɛd bᵻtˈʊk hɪz flˈaɪt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd stˈɑːɹ ðæt fˈɛl lˈæst nˈaɪt? ðə wˈɜːdz fɚɹˈɛvɚ baɪ ðˌaɪ lˈɪps ʌnsˈɛd hɐdbɪn ðə kɹˈaʊn ʌv lˈaɪf əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ hˈɛd. ðə splˈɛndɪd sˈʌn ʌv ˈɔːl maɪ dˈeɪz mˌaɪt biː ðə lˈʌv ðæt aɪʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ ɡˈɪv tə ðˈiː.