text_original: As one who waiteth I see her stand, Who waits though she knows not what nor whom, With a lilac spray in her slim soft hand: All the air is sweet with its spicy bloom.
text_transcription: AS ONE WHO WAITETH I SEE HER STAND WHO WAITS THOUGH SHE KNOWS NOT WHAT NOR WHOM WITH A LILAC SPRAY IN HER SLIM SOFT HAND ALL THE AIR IS SWEET WITH ITS SPICY BLOOM
phonemes: æz wˈʌn hˌuː wˈeɪɾəθ aɪ sˈiː hɜː stˈænd, hˌuː wˈeɪts ðˌoʊ ʃiː nˈoʊz nˌɑːt wʌt nˈɔːɹ hˈuːm, wɪð ɐ lˈaɪlək spɹˈeɪ ɪn hɜː slˈɪm sˈɔft hˈænd: ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz swˈiːt wɪð ɪts spˈaɪsi blˈuːm.