text_original: The white faced roses slowly disappear From field and hedgerow, and no more flowers come : Earth lies in strain of powers Too terrible for flowers : And would we know Her burthen we must go Forth from the vale, and, ere the sunstrokes slacken.
text_transcription: THE WHITE FACED ROSES SLOWLY DISAPPEAR FROM FIELD AND HEDGEROW AND NO MORE FLOWERS COME EARTH LIES IN STRAIN OF POWERS TOO TERRIBLE FOR FLOWERS AND WOULD WE KNOW HER BURTHEN WE MUST GO FORTH FROM THE VALE AND ERE THE SUNSTROKES SLACKEN
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪt fˈeɪsd ɹˈoʊzᵻz slˈoʊli dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ fɹʌm fˈiːld ænd hˈɛdʒɹoʊ, ænd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ flˈaʊɚz kˈʌm : ˈɜːθ lˈaɪz ɪn stɹˈeɪn ʌv pˈaʊɚz tˈuː tˈɛɹᵻbəl fɔːɹ flˈaʊɚz : ænd wʊd wiː nˈoʊ hɜː bˈɜːðən wiː mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌmðə vˈeɪl, ænd, ˈɛɹ ðə sˈʌnstɹoʊks slˈækən.