text_original: Had not the western glory then Stolen through the latticed room, Her funeral raiment would have shed A more heart breaking gloom; Had not a dimpled convent maid Hung in the doorway, half afraid, And left the melancholy place Bright with her blush and bloom!
text_transcription: HAD NOT THE WESTERN GLORY THEN STOLEN THROUGH THE LATTICED ROOM HER FUNERAL RAIMENT WOULD HAVE SHED A MORE HEART BREAKING GLOOM HAD NOT A DIMPLED CONVENT MADE HUNG IN THE DOORWAY HALF AFRAID AND LEFT THE MELANCHOLY PLACE BRIGHT WITH HER BLUSH AND BLOOM
phonemes: hæd nˌɑːt ðə wˈɛstɚn ɡlˈɔːɹi ðˈɛn stˈoʊlən θɹuː ðə lˈæɾɪst ɹˈuːm, hɜː fjˈuːnɚɹəl ɹˈeɪmənt wʊdhɐv ʃˈɛd ɐ mˈɔːɹ hˈɑːɹt bɹˈeɪkɪŋ ɡlˈuːm; hæd nˌɑːɾə dˈɪmpəld kˈɑːnvənt mˈeɪd hˈʌŋ ɪnðə dˈɔːɹweɪ, hˈæf ɐfɹˈeɪd, ænd lˈɛft ðə mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli plˈeɪs bɹˈaɪt wɪð hɜː blˈʌʃ ænd blˈuːm!