text_original: On the ground lies a single rose, which some friend from the seats above has dropped at her feet. She rests one hand upon the wall and looks upward, hoping to win a glance of love and sympathy to help her in the terrors of the next moment.
text_transcription: ON THE GROUND LIES A SINGLE ROSE WHICH SOME FRIEND FROM THE SEATS ABOVE HAS DROPPED AT HER FEET SHE RESTS ONE HAND UPON THE WALL AND LOOKS UPWARD HOPING TO WIN A GLANCE OF LOVE AND SYMPATHY TO HELP HER IN THE TERRORS OF THE NEXT MOMENT
phonemes: ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd lˈaɪz ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl ɹˈoʊz, wˌɪtʃ sˌʌm fɹˈɛnd fɹʌmðə sˈiːts əbˌʌv hɐz dɹˈɑːpt æt hɜː fˈiːt. ʃiː ɹˈɛsts wˈʌn hˈænd əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɔːl ænd lˈʊks ˈʌpwɚd, hˈoʊpɪŋ tə wˈɪn ɐ ɡlˈæns ʌv lˈʌv ænd sˈɪmpəθi tə hˈɛlp hɜːɹ ɪnðə tˈɛɹɚz ʌvðə nˈɛkst mˈoʊmənt.