text_original: Will the fair green Earth, whose throbbing bosom Is hid like a maid's in her gown at night, Wake out of her sleep, and with blade and blossom Gem her garments to please my sight?
text_transcription: WILL THE FAIR GREEN EARTH WHOSE THROBBING BOSOM IS HID LIKE A MAID'S IN HER GOWN AT NIGHT WAKE OUT OF HER SLEEP AND WITH BLADE AND BLOSSOM GEM HER GARMENTS TO PLEASE MY SIGHT
phonemes: wɪl ðə fˈɛɹ ɡɹˈiːn ˈɜːθ, hˌuːz θɹˈɑːbɪŋ bˈʊzəm ɪz hˈɪd lˈaɪk ɐ mˈeɪdz ɪn hɜː ɡˈaʊn æt nˈaɪt, wˈeɪk ˌaʊɾəv hɜː slˈiːp, ænd wɪð blˈeɪd ænd blˈɔsəm dʒˈɛm hɜː ɡˈɑːɹmənts tə plˈiːz maɪ sˈaɪt?