text_original: Thou, who sent'st it forth alone To the cold and sullen season, (Like a thought at random thrown), Sent it thus for some grave reason! TO THE SNOWDROP 13 If 'twere but to pierce the mind With a single, gentle thought, Who shall deem thee harsh or blind, Who that thou hast vainly wrought?
text_transcription: THOU WHO SENTEST IT FORTH ALONE TO THE COLD AND SULLEN SEASON LIKE A THOUGHT AT RANDOM THRONE SENT IT THUS FOR SOME GRAVE REASON IF TWERE BUT TO PIERCE THE MIND WITH A SINGLE GENTLE THOUGHT WHO SHALL DEEM THEE HARSH OR BLIND WHO THAT THOU HAST VAINLY WROUGHT
phonemes: ðˈaʊ, hˌuː sˈɛntst ɪt fˈɔːɹθ ɐlˈoʊn tə ðə kˈoʊld ænd sˈʌlən sˈiːzən, (lˈaɪk ɐ θˈɔːt æt ɹˈændəm θɹˈoʊn), sˈɛnt ɪt ðˈʌs fɔːɹ sˌʌm ɡɹˈeɪv ɹˈiːzən! tuː ðə snˈoʊdɹɑːp θˈɜːtiːn ɪf twˈɪɹ bˌʌt tə pˈɪɹs ðə mˈaɪnd wɪð ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl, dʒˈɛntəl θˈɔːt, hˌuː ʃˌæl dˈiːm ðiː hˈɑːɹʃ ɔːɹ blˈaɪnd, hˌuː ðæt ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst vˈeɪnli ɹˈɔːt?