text_original: a  (89) Sweet bird ! I would that I could be A hermit in the crowd like thee ! With wings to fly to wood and glen, Thy lot, like mine, is .cast with men; And daily, with unwilling feet, 1 tread, like thee, the crowded street ; But, unlike me, when day is o'er. Thou canst dismiss the world and soar, Or, at a half  felt wish for rest.
text_transcription: SWEET BIRD I WOULD THAT I COULD BE A HERMIT IN THE CROWD LIKE THEE WITH WINGS TO FLY TO WOOD AND GLEN THY LOT LIKE MINE IS CAST WITH MEN AND DAILY WITH UNWILLING FEET I TREAD LIKE THEE THE CROWDED STREET BUT UNLIKE ME WHEN DAY IS O'ER THOU CANST DISMISS THE WORLD AND SOAR OR AT A HALF FELT WISH FOR REST
phonemes: ˈeɪ  (ˈeɪɾi nˈaɪn) swˈiːt bˈɜːd ! aɪ wʊd ðæt aɪ kʊd biː ɐ hˈɜːmɪt ɪnðə kɹˈaʊd lˈaɪk ðˈiː ! wɪð wˈɪŋz tə flˈaɪ tə wˈʊd ænd ɡlˈɛn, ðˌaɪ lˈɑːt, lˈaɪk mˈaɪn, ɪz .kˈæst wɪð mˈɛn; ænd dˈeɪli, wɪð ʌnwˈɪlɪŋ fˈiːt, wˈʌn tɹˈɛd, lˈaɪk ðˈiː, ðə kɹˈaʊdᵻd stɹˈiːt ; bˌʌt, ʌnlˈaɪk mˌiː, wˌɛn dˈeɪ ɪz ˈɔːɹ. ðˈaʊ kˈænst dɪsmˈɪs ðə wˈɜːld ænd sˈɔːɹ, ɔːɹ, æɾə hˈæf fˈɛlt wˈɪʃ fɔːɹ ɹˈɛst.