text_original: She sits a widow who sat as queen, Ashes on brows once crowned and bright; Woe in the eyes once full of light; Her sad, fair roses and manifold green, All bitter and pallid and heavy with night, Are full of the shadows of woes unseen.
text_transcription: SHE SITS A WIDOW WHO SAT AS QUEEN ASHES ON BROWS ONCE CROWNED AND BRIGHT WOE IN THE EYES ONCE FULL OF LIGHT HER SAD FAIR ROSES AND MANIFOLD GREEN ALL BITTER AND PALLID AND HEAVY WITH NIGHT ARE FULL OF THE SHADOWS OF ROSE UNSEEN
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɪts ɐ wˈɪdoʊ hˌuː sˈæt æz kwˈiːn, ˈæʃᵻz ˌɔn bɹˈaʊz wˈʌns kɹˈaʊnd ænd bɹˈaɪt; wˈoʊ ɪnðɪ ˈaɪz wˈʌns fˈʊl ʌv lˈaɪt; hɜː sˈæd, fˈɛɹ ɹˈoʊzᵻz ænd mˈænɪfˌoʊld ɡɹˈiːn, ˈɔːl bˈɪɾɚ ænd pˈælɪd ænd hˈɛvi wɪð nˈaɪt, ɑːɹ fˈʊl ʌvðə ʃˈædoʊz ʌv wˈoʊz ʌnsˈiːn.