text_original: O, fair as the sea flower close to thee growing, How light was thy heart till love's witchery came, Like the wind of the south o'er a summer lute blowing, And hushed all its music and withered its frame!
text_transcription: O FAIR AS THE SEA FLOWER CLOSE TO THEE GROWING HOW LIGHT WAS THY HEART TILL LOVE'S WITCHERY CAME LIKE THE WIND OF THE SOUTH OVER A SUMMER LUTE BLOWING AND HUSHED ALL ITS MUSIC AND WITHERED ITS FRAME
phonemes: ˈoʊ, fˈɛɹ æz ðə sˈiː flˈaʊɚ klˈoʊs tə ðiː ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ, hˌaʊ lˈaɪt wʌz ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt tˈɪl lˈʌvz wˈɪtʃɚɹi kˈeɪm, lˈaɪk ðə wˈɪnd ʌvðə sˈaʊθ ˈɔːɹ ɐ sˈʌmɚ lˈuːt blˈoʊɪŋ, ænd hˈʌʃt ˈɔːl ɪts mjˈuːzɪk ænd wˈɪðɚd ɪts fɹˈeɪm!