text_original: Last, from the dead and shrunken days We conjured spring, lighting the blaze Of burnished tulips in the dark; And from black frost we struck a spark Of blue delight and fragrance new, A little world of flowers and dew.
text_transcription: LAST FROM THE DEAD AND SHRUNKEN DAYS WE CONJURED SPRING LIGHTING THE BLAZE OF BURNISHED TULIPS IN THE DARK AND FROM BLACK FROST WE STRUCK A SPARK OF BLUE DELIGHT IN FRAGRANCE NEW A LITTLE WORLD OF FLOWERS AND DEW
phonemes: lˈæst, fɹʌmðə dˈɛd ænd ʃɹˈʌŋkən dˈeɪz wiː kˈʌndʒɚd spɹˈɪŋ, lˈaɪɾɪŋ ðə blˈeɪz ʌv bˈɜːnɪʃt tjˈuːlɪps ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk; ænd fɹʌm blˈæk fɹˈɔst wiː stɹˈʌk ɐ spˈɑːɹk ʌv blˈuː dᵻlˈaɪt ænd fɹˈeɪɡɹəns nˈuː, ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈɜːld ʌv flˈaʊɚz ænd dˈuː.