text_original: Were your pure lips fashioned Out of air and dew, Starlight unimpassioned, Dawn's most tender hue, And scented by the woods that gathered sweets for you?
text_transcription: WERE YOUR PURE LIPS FASHIONED OUT OF AIR AND DEW STARLIGHT UNIMPASSIONED DANCE MOST TENDER YOU AND SCENTED BY THE WOODS THAT GATHERED SWEETS FOR YOU
phonemes: wɜː jʊɹ pjˈʊɹ lˈɪps fˈæʃənd ˌaʊɾəv ˈɛɹ ænd dˈuː, stˈɑːɹlaɪt ˌʌnɪmpˈæʃənd, dˈɔːnz mˈoʊst tˈɛndɚ hjˈuː, ænd sˈɛntᵻd baɪ ðə wˈʊdz ðæt ɡˈæðɚd swˈiːts fɔːɹ juː?