text_original: All day the primroses have thought of thee, Their golden heads close haremed from the heat; All day the mystic moonflowers silkenly Veiled snowy faces,  that no bee might greet Or butterfly that, weighed with pollen, passed;   Keeping Sultana charms for thee, at last, Their lord, who comest to salute each sweet.
text_transcription: ALL DAY THE PRIMROSES HAVE THOUGHT OF THEE THEIR GOLDEN HEADS CLOSE HARUMMED FROM THE HEAT ALL DAY THE MYSTIC MOONFLOWER'S SILKENLY VEILED SNOWY FACES THAT NO BEE MIGHT GREET OR BUTTERFLY THAT WEIGHED WITH POLLEN PAST KEEPING SULTANA CHARMS FOR THEE AT LAST THEIR LORD WHO COMETH TO SALUTE EACH SWEET
phonemes: ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðə pɹˈɪmɹoʊzᵻz hæv θˈɔːt ʌv ðˈiː, ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛdz klˈoʊs hɑːɹˈiːmd fɹʌmðə hˈiːt; ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðə mˈɪstɪk mˈuːnflaʊɚz sˈɪlkənli vˈeɪld snˈoʊi fˈeɪsᵻz,  ðæt nˈoʊ bˈiː mˌaɪt ɡɹˈiːt ɔːɹ bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪ ðˈæt, wˈeɪd wɪð pˈɑːlən, pˈæst;   kˈiːpɪŋ sʌltˈɑːnə tʃˈɑːɹmz fɔːɹ ðˈiː, æt lˈæst, ðɛɹ lˈɔːɹd, hˌuː kəmˈɛst tə səlˈuːt ˈiːtʃ swˈiːt.