text_original: Over the hillside the carpet of splendour, Folded through Winter, Spring spreads down again; Along the horizon, the tints that were tender, Lost hues of Summer time, burn bright as then.
text_transcription: OVER THE HILL SIDE THE CARPET OF SPLENDOUR FOLDED THROUGH WINTER SPRING SPREADS DOWN AGAIN ALONG THE HORIZON THE TINTS THAT WERE TENDER LOST HUES OF SUMMER TIME BURN BRIGHT AS THEN
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɪlsaɪd ðə kˈɑːɹpɪt ʌv splˈɛndɚ, fˈoʊldᵻd θɹuː wˈɪntɚ, spɹˈɪŋ spɹˈɛdz dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn; ɐlˈɔŋ ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən, ðə tˈɪnts ðæt wɜː tˈɛndɚ, lˈɔst hjˈuːz ʌv sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪm, bˈɜːn bɹˈaɪt æz ðˈɛn.