text_original: What though through her white loveliness The wildflower dimmed, the moonlight paled, Real to my touch she was; no less Than when the earth prevailed. She took my hand. My heart beat wild. She kissed my mouth. I bowed my head.
text_transcription: WHAT THOUGH THROUGH HER WHITE LOVELINESS THE WILD FLOWER DIMMED THE MOONLIGHT PALED REAL TO MY TOUCH SHE WAS NO  THAN WHEN THE EARTH PREVAILED SHE TOOK MY HAND MY HEART BEAT WILD SHE KISSED MY MOUTH I BOWED MY HEAD
phonemes: wˌʌt ðˌoʊ θɹuː hɜː wˈaɪt lˈʌvlinəs ðə wˈaɪldflaʊɚ dˈɪmd, ðə mˈuːnlaɪt pˈeɪld, ɹˈiːəl tə maɪ tˈʌtʃ ʃiː wʌz; nˈoʊ lˈɛs ðɐn wɛn ðɪ ˈɜːθ pɹɪvˈeɪld. ʃiː tˈʊk maɪ hˈænd. maɪ hˈɑːɹt bˈiːt wˈaɪld. ʃiː kˈɪst maɪ mˈaʊθ. aɪ bˈaʊd maɪ hˈɛd.