text_original: Had you owned but the skill to snare as well The swift  winged hours that came and went, To prison the words that in music died, And fix with a spell the heart's content, Then had you been of magicians the chief ; And loved and lovers should bless your art, If you could but have painted the soul of the thing,— Not the rose alone, but the rose's heart
text_transcription: HAD YOU OWNED BUT THE SKILL TO SNARE AS WELL THE SWIFT WINGED HOURS THAT CAME AND WENT TO PRISON THE WORDS THAT IN MUSIC DIED AND FIXED WITH A SPELL THE HEART'S CONTENT THEN HAD YOU BEEN OF MAGICIANS THE CHIEF AND LOVED AND LOVERS SHOULD BLESS YOUR ART IF YOU COULD BUT HAVE PAINTED THE SOUL OF THE THING NOT THE ROSE ALONE BUT THE ROSE'S HEART
phonemes: hæd juː ˈoʊnd bˌʌt ðə skˈɪl tə snˈɛɹ æz wˈɛl ðə swˈɪft wˈɪŋd ˈaʊɚz ðæt kˈeɪm ænd wˈɛnt, tə pɹˈɪzən ðə wˈɜːdz ðæt ɪn mjˈuːzɪk dˈaɪd, ænd fˈɪks wɪð ɐ spˈɛl ðə hˈɑːɹts kˈɑːntɛnt, ðˈɛn hæd juː bˌɪn ʌv mɐdʒˈɪʃənz ðə tʃˈiːf ; ænd lˈʌvd ænd lˈʌvɚz ʃˌʊd blˈɛs jʊɹ ˈɑːɹt, ɪf juː kʊd bˌʌt hæv pˈeɪntᵻd ðə sˈoʊl ʌvðə θˈɪŋ,— nˌɑːt ðə ɹˈoʊz ɐlˈoʊn, bˌʌt ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz hˈɑːɹt