text_original: now our song is bringing Back again thy childhood's hours   Hearest thou the humbee singing Drowsily among the flowers? Sleepily, sleepily In the noontide swayeth he, Half rested on the slender stalks That edge those well known garden walks; Hearest thou the fitful whirring Of the humbird's viewless wings   Feel'st not round thy heart the stirring Of childhood's half forgotten things?
text_transcription: NOW OUR SONG IS BRINGING BACK AGAIN THY CHILDHOOD'S HOURS HEAREST THOU THE HUMBE SINGING DROWSILY AMONG THE FLOWERS SLEEPILY SLEEPILY IN THE NOONTIDE SWAYETH HE HALF RESTED ON THE SLENDER STALKS THAT EDGE THOSE WELL KNOWN GARDEN WALKS HEAREST THOU THE FITFUL WHIRRINGS OF THE HUMBIRD'S VIEWLESS WINGS FILL'ST NOT ROUND THY HEART THE STIRRING OF CHILDHOOD'S HALF FORGOTTEN THINGS
phonemes: nˈaʊ ˌaʊɚ sˈɔŋ ɪz bɹˈɪŋɪŋ bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn ðˌaɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊdz ˈaʊɚz hˈɪɹɪst ðˈaʊ ðə hˈʌmbiː sˈɪŋɪŋ dɹˈaʊsili ɐmˌʌŋ ðə flˈaʊɚz? slˈiːpili, slˈiːpili ɪnðə nˈuːntaɪd swˈeɪɛθ hiː, hˈæf ɹˈɛstᵻd ɔnðə slˈɛndɚ stˈɔːks ðæt ˈɛdʒ ðoʊz wˈɛl nˈoʊn ɡˈɑːɹdən wˈɔːks; hˈɪɹɪst ðˈaʊ ðə fˈɪtfəl wˈɜːɹɪŋ ʌvðə hˈʌmbɜːdz vjˈuːləs wˈɪŋz fˈiːlst nˌɑːt ɹˈaʊnd ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ðə stˈɜːɹɪŋ ʌv tʃˈaɪldhʊdz hˈæf fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ θˈɪŋz?