text_original: Upon a tuft of meadow grass, While thy loved one tends the nest, Thou swayest as the breezes pass, Unburthening thine o'erfull breast Of the crowded songs that fill it, Just as joy may choose to will it.
text_transcription: UPON A TUFT OF MEADOW GRASS WHILE THY LOVED ONE TENDS THE NEST THOU SWAYEST AS THE BREEZES PASS UNBURTHENING THINE O'ER FULL BREAST OF THE CROWDED SONGS THAT FILL IT JUST AS JOY MAY CHOOSE TO WILL IT
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ɐ tˈʌft ʌv mˈɛdoʊ ɡɹˈæs, wˌaɪl ðˌaɪ lˈʌvd wˈʌn tˈɛndz ðə nˈɛst, ðˈaʊ swˈeɪɪst æz ðə bɹˈiːzᵻz pˈæs, ʌnbˈɜːðənɪŋ ðaɪn ˈɔːɹfʊl bɹˈɛst ʌvðə kɹˈaʊdᵻd sˈɔŋz ðæt fˈɪl ɪt, dʒˈʌst æz dʒˈɔɪ mˈeɪ tʃˈuːz tə wˈɪl ɪt.