text_original: But when some sunny spot in those bright fields Needs the fair presence of an added flower, Down sweeps a starry angel in the night: At morn the rose has vanished from our bower.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN SOME SUNNY SPOT IN THOSE BRIGHT FIELDS NEEDS THE FAIR PRESENCE OF AN ADDED FLOWER DOWN SWEEPS THE STARRY ANGEL IN THE NIGHT AT MORN THE ROSE HAS VANISHED FROM OUR BOWER
phonemes: bˌʌt wɛn sˌʌm sˈʌni spˈɑːt ɪn ðoʊz bɹˈaɪt fˈiːldz nˈiːdz ðə fˈɛɹ pɹˈɛzəns əvən ˈædᵻd flˈaʊɚ, dˌaʊn swˈiːps ɐ stˈɑːɹi ˈeɪndʒəl ɪnðə nˈaɪt: æt mˈɔːɹn ðə ɹˈoʊz hɐz vˈænɪʃt fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ bˈaʊɚ.