text_original: She, who but late in beauty's flower was seen, Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien   Who froze my hopes and triumphed in my fears, Now sheds her graces in the waste of years.
text_transcription: SHE WHO BUT LAID IN BEAUTY'S FLOWER WAS SEEN PROUD OF HER AUBURN CURLS AND NOBLE MIEN WHO FROZE MY HOPES AND TRIUMPHED IN MY FEARS NOW SHEDS HER GRACES IN THE WASTE OF YEARS
phonemes: ʃiː, hˌuː bˌʌt lˈeɪt ɪn bjˈuːɾiz flˈaʊɚ wʌz sˈiːn, pɹˈaʊd ʌv hɜːɹ ˈɔːbɜːn kˈɜːlz ænd nˈoʊbəl mˈiːn hˌuː fɹˈoʊz maɪ hˈoʊps ænd tɹˈaɪʌmft ɪn maɪ fˈɪɹz, nˈaʊ ʃˈɛdz hɜː ɡɹˈeɪsᵻz ɪnðə wˈeɪst ʌv jˈɪɹz.