text_original: Purple buds littered the black ground before my door step, and against the living green of the grass I saw the red stain of a robin's breast as he hopped spasmodically hither and thither, now pausing immovable with his head raised, now tossing triumphantly a wriggling worm from the sod.
text_transcription: PURPLE BUDS LITTERED THE BLACK GROUND BEFORE MY DOORSTEP AND AGAINST THE LIVING GREEN OF THE GRASS I SAW THE RED STAIN OF A ROBIN'S BREAST AS HE HOPPED SPASMODICALLY HITHER AND THITHER NOW PAUSING IMMOVABLE WITH HIS HEAD RAISED NOW TOSSING TRIUMPHANTLY A WRIGGLING WORM FROM THE SOD
phonemes: pˈɜːpəl bˈʌdz lˈɪɾɚd ðə blˈæk ɡɹˈaʊnd bᵻfˌɔːɹ maɪ dˈɔːɹ stˈɛp, ænd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə lˈɪvɪŋ ɡɹˈiːn ʌvðə ɡɹˈæs aɪ sˈɔː ðə ɹˈɛd stˈeɪn əvɚ ɹˈɑːbɪnz bɹˈɛst æz hiː hˈɑːpt spæzmˈɑːdɪkli hˈɪðɚ ænd ðˈɪðɚ, nˈaʊ pˈɔːzɪŋ ɪmˈuːvəbəl wɪð hɪz hˈɛd ɹˈeɪzd, nˈaʊ tˈɔsɪŋ tɹaɪˈʌmfəntli ɐ ɹˈɪɡlɪŋ wˈɜːm fɹʌmðə sˈɑːd.