text_original: The grassy meadows were green and fair Bestudded with many a blossom rare, And the lane was dusty, and dry, and bare; But even there, in a tiny shade A jutting stone in the wall had made, A tuft of clover had lately sprung   It had not bloomed for it yet was young   The spot of green caught the traveler's eye, And he plucked a sprig, as he passed by; And then, as he held it, there came a thought In his musing mind, with a meaning fraught With other meanings. "Ah, look!"
text_transcription: THE GRASSY MEADOWS WERE GREEN AND FAIR BESTUDDED WITH MANY A BLOSSOM RARE AND THE LANE WAS DUSTY AND DRY AND BARE BUT EVEN THERE IN A TINY SHADE A JUTTING STONE IN THE WALL HAD MADE A TUFT OF CLOVER HAD LATELY SPRUNG IT HAD NOT BLOOMED FOR IT YET WAS YOUNG THE SPOT OF GREEN CAUGHT THE TRAVELLER'S EYE AND HE PLUCKED A SPRIG AS HE PASSED BY AND THEN AS HE HELD IT THERE CAME A THOUGHT IN HIS MUSING MIND WITH A MEANING FRAUGHT WITH OTHER MEANINGS AH LOOK
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈæsi mˈɛdoʊz wɜː ɡɹˈiːn ænd fˈɛɹ bᵻstˈʌdᵻd wɪð mˈɛni ɐ blˈɔsəm ɹˈɛɹ, ænd ðə lˈeɪn wʌz dˈʌsti, ænd dɹˈaɪ, ænd bˈɛɹ; bˌʌt ˈiːvən ðˈɛɹ, ɪn ɐ tˈaɪni ʃˈeɪd ɐ dʒˈʌɾɪŋ stˈoʊn ɪnðə wˈɔːl hæd mˈeɪd, ɐ tˈʌft ʌv klˈoʊvɚ hæd lˈeɪtli spɹˈʌŋ ɪt hæd nˌɑːt blˈuːmd fɔːɹ ɪt jˈɛt wʌz jˈʌŋ ðə spˈɑːt ʌv ɡɹˈiːn kˈɔːt ðə tɹˈævəlɚz ˈaɪ, ænd hiː plˈʌkt ɐ spɹˈɪɡ, æz hiː pˈæst bˈaɪ; ænd ðˈɛn, æz hiː hˈɛld ɪt, ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ θˈɔːt ɪn hɪz mjˈuːzɪŋ mˈaɪnd, wɪð ɐ mˈiːnɪŋ fɹˈɔːt wɪð ˈʌðɚ mˈiːnɪŋz. "ˈɑː, lˈʊk!"