text_original: It was the time that Ouse displayed His lilies newly blown; Their beauties I intent surveyed, And one I wished my own. With cane extended far I sought To steer it close to land; But still the prize, though nearly caught, Escaped my eager hand.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE TIME THAT OOZE DISPLAYED HIS LILIES NEWLY BLOWN THEIR BEAUTIES I INTENT SURVEYED AND ONE I WISHED MY OWN WITH CAIN EXTENDED FAR I SOUGHT TO STEER IT CLOSE TO LAND BUT STILL THE PRIZE THOUGH NEARLY CAUGHT ESCAPED MY EAGER HAND
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðə tˈaɪm ðæt ˈuːz dɪsplˈeɪd hɪz lˈɪliz nˈuːli blˈoʊn; ðɛɹ bjˈuːɾiz aɪ ɪntˈɛnt sɚvˈeɪd, ænd wˈʌn aɪ wˈɪʃt maɪ ˈoʊn. wɪð kˈeɪn ɛkstˈɛndᵻd fˈɑːɹ aɪ sˈɔːt tə stˈɪɹ ɪt klˈoʊs tə lˈænd; bˌʌt stˈɪl ðə pɹˈaɪz, ðˌoʊ nˌɪɹli kˈɔːt, ɛskˈeɪpt maɪ ˈiːɡɚ hˈænd.