text_original: SNOWED UNDER Of a thousand things that the Year snowed under— The busy Old Year who has gone away— How many will rise in the Spring, I wonder, Brought to life by the sun of May?
text_transcription: E DE SUSA OF A THOUSAND THINGS THAT THE YEAR SNOWED UNDER THE BUSY OLD YEAR WHO HAS GONE AWAY HOW MANY WILL RISE IN THE SPRING I WONDER BROUGHT TO LIFE BY THE SUN OF MAY
phonemes: snˈoʊd ˌʌndɚɹ əvə θˈaʊzənd θˈɪŋz ðætðə jˈɪɹ snˈoʊd ˈʌndɚ— ðə bˈɪzi ˈoʊld jˈɪɹ hˌuː hɐz ɡɔn ɐwˈeɪ— hˌaʊ mˈɛni wɪl ɹˈaɪz ɪnðə spɹˈɪŋ, aɪ wˈʌndɚ, bɹˈɔːt tə lˈaɪf baɪ ðə sˈʌn ʌv mˈeɪ?