text_original: Not Iris, when she paints the sky, Can show more different hues than I; Nor can she change her form so fast, I'm now a sail, and now a mast. I here am red, and there am green, A beggar there, and here a queen.
text_transcription: NOT IRIS WHEN SHE PAINTS THE SKY CAN SHOW MORE DIFFERENT HUES THAN I NOR CAN SHE CHANGE HER FORM SO FAST I'M NOW A SALE AND NOW A MAST I HEAR AM RED AND THERE AM GREEN A BEGGAR THERE AND HERE A QUEEN
phonemes: nˌɑːt ˈaɪɹɪs, wˌɛn ʃiː pˈeɪnts ðə skˈaɪ, kæn ʃˈoʊ mˈɔːɹ dˈɪfɹənt hjˈuːz ðɐn ˈaɪ; nˈɔːɹ kæn ʃiː tʃˈeɪndʒ hɜː fˈɔːɹm sˌoʊ fˈæst, aɪm nˈaʊ ɐ sˈeɪl, ænd nˈaʊ ɐ mˈæst. aɪ hˈɪɹ æm ɹˈɛd, ænd ðɛɹ ɐm ɡɹˈiːn, ɐ bˈɛɡɚ ðˈɛɹ, ænd hˈɪɹ ɐ kwˈiːn.