text_original: Dear face, that will not turn about to see The tulips, glorying in the casement sun, Or, other days, the drizzled raindrops run Down the damp walls, but follow only me, Would that Pygmalion's goddess might be won To change this lifeless image into thee! Jesse Covington If I have had some merry times In r
text_transcription: DEERE FACE THAT WILL NOT TURN ABOUT TO SEE THE TULIPS GLORYING IN THE CASEMENT SUN OR OTHER DAYS THE DRIZZLED RAINDROPS RUN DOWN THE DAMP WALLS BUT FOLLOW ONLY ME WOULD THAT PYGMALION SCHOLARS MIGHT BE WON TO CHANGE THIS LIFELESS IMAGE INTO D END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN
phonemes: dˈɪɹ fˈeɪs, ðæt wɪl nˌɑːt tˈɜːn ɐbˌaʊt tə sˈiː ðə tjˈuːlɪps, ɡlˈɔːɹiɪŋ ɪnðə kˈeɪsmənt sˈʌn, ɔːɹ, ˈʌðɚ dˈeɪz, ðə dɹˈɪzəld ɹˈeɪndɹɑːps ɹˈʌn dˌaʊn ðə dˈæmp wˈɔːlz, bˌʌt fˈɑːloʊ ˈoʊnli mˌiː, wʊd ðæt pɪɡmˈæliənz ɡˈɑːdəs mˌaɪt biː wˈʌn tə tʃˈeɪndʒ ðɪs lˈaɪfləs ˈɪmɪdʒ ˌɪntʊ ðˈiː! dʒˈɛsi kˈoʊvɪŋtən ɪf aɪ hæv hˌæd sʌm mˈɛɹi tˈaɪmz ɪn ˈɑːɹ