text_original: Day, in melting purple dying; Blossoms, all around me sighing; Fragrance, from the lilies straying; Zephyr, with my ringlets playing; Ye but waken my distress; I am sick of loneliness!
text_transcription: DAY IN MELTING PURPLE DYING BLOSSOMS ALL AROUND ME SIGHING FRAGRANCE FROM THE LILIES STRAYING ZEPHYR WITH MY RINGLETS PLAYING YE BUT WAKEN MY DISTRESS I AM SICK OF LONELINESS
phonemes: dˈeɪ, ɪn mˈɛltɪŋ pˈɜːpəl dˈaɪɪŋ; blˈɔsəmz, ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː sˈaɪɪŋ; fɹˈeɪɡɹəns, fɹʌmðə lˈɪliz stɹˈeɪɪŋ; zˈɛfɚ, wɪð maɪ ɹˈɪŋɡlɪts plˈeɪɪŋ; jiː bˌʌt wˈeɪkən maɪ dɪstɹˈɛs; aɪɐm sˈɪk ʌv lˈoʊnlinəs!