text_original: Darlings of the forest ! Blossoming, alone, When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone —   Ere the last snow drift melts, your tender buds have blown.
text_transcription: DARLINGS OF THE FOREST BLOSSOMING ALONE WHEN EARTH'S GRIEF IS SOREST FOR HER JEWELS GONE ERE THE LAST SNOWDRIFT MELTS YOUR TENDER BUDS HAVE BLOWN
phonemes: dˈɑːɹlɪŋz ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst ! blˈɔsəmɪŋ, ɐlˈoʊn, wˌɛn ˈɜːθz ɡɹˈiːf ɪz sˈɔːɹst fɔːɹ hɜː dʒˈuːəlz ɡˈɔn —   ˈɛɹ ðə lˈæst snˈoʊ dɹˈɪft mˈɛlts, jʊɹ tˈɛndɚ bˈʌdz hæv blˈoʊn.