text_original: By Robert BurnsWilson 1047 It Is in Winter That We Dream of Spring IT is in Winter that we dream of Spring;For all the barren bleakness and the cold,The longing fancy sees the frozen mouldDecked with sweet blossoming.
text_transcription: BY ROBERT BURNS WILSON READ FOR LIVER BOXTON ORG BY LUCY PARK IT IS IN WINTER THAT WE DREAM OF SPRING FOR ALL THE BARREN BLEAKNESS AND THE COLD THE LONGING FANCY SEES THE FROZEN MOULD DECKED WITH SWEET BLOSSOMING
phonemes: baɪ ɹˈɑːbɚt bˈɜːnz wˈɪlsən wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən ɪɾ ɪz ɪn wˈɪntɚ ðæt wiː dɹˈiːm ʌv spɹˈɪŋ ˌaɪtˈiː ɪz ɪn wˈɪntɚ ðæt wiː dɹˈiːm ʌv spɹˈɪŋ;fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə bˈæɹən blˈiːknəs ænd ðə kˈoʊld,ðə lˈɔŋɪŋ fˈænsi sˈiːz ðə fɹˈoʊzən mˈoʊld dˈɛkt wɪð swˈiːt blˈɔsəmɪŋ.