text_original: [3]) But time with iron teeth, I ween, Has canker'd all its branches round; No fruit or blossom to be seen, Its head reclining toward the ground.
text_transcription: BUT TIME WITH IRON TEETH I WEEN HAS CANKERED ALL ITS BRANCHES ROUND NO FRUIT OR BLOSSOM TO BE SEEN ITS HEAD RECLINING TOWARD THE GROUND
phonemes: [θɹˈiː]) bˌʌt tˈaɪm wɪð ˈaɪɚn tˈiːθ, aɪ wˈiːn, hɐz kˈæŋkɚd ˈɔːl ɪts bɹˈæntʃᵻz ɹˈaʊnd; nˈoʊ fɹˈuːt ɔːɹ blˈɔsəm təbi sˈiːn, ɪts hˈɛd ɹᵻklˈaɪnɪŋ təwˈɔːɹd ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.