text_original: "Dear Grandmamma," she softly sighed, Lifting a withered rose and palm; But on the elder face was naught But sweet content and peaceful calm.
text_transcription: DEAR GRANDMAMMA SHE SOFTLY SIGHED LIFTING A WITHERED ROSE AND PALM BUT ON THE ELDER FACE WAS NAUGHT BUT SWEET CONTENT AND PEACEFUL CALM
phonemes: "dˈɪɹ ɡɹˈændmæmə," ʃiː sˈɔftli sˈaɪd, lˈɪftɪŋ ɐ wˈɪðɚd ɹˈoʊz ænd pˈɑːm; bˌʌt ɔnðɪ ˈɛldɚ fˈeɪs wʌz nˈɔːt bˌʌt swˈiːt kˈɑːntɛnt ænd pˈiːsfəl kˈɑːm.