text_original: You raise your eyes, and scan the trees around, but no singing bird can you discover; you decide it must be farther off—but what a haunting charm there is about it.
text_transcription: YOU RAISE YOUR EYES SCAN THE TREES AROUND BUT NO SINGING BIRD CAN YOU DISCOVER YOU DECIDE IT MUST BE FARTHER OFF BUT WHAT A HAUNTING CHARM THERE IS ABOUT IT
phonemes: juː ɹˈeɪz jʊɹ ˈaɪz, ænd skˈæn ðə tɹˈiːz ɚɹˈaʊnd, bˌʌt nˈoʊ sˈɪŋɪŋ bˈɜːd kæn juː dɪskˈʌvɚ; juː dᵻsˈaɪd ɪt mˈʌst biː fˈɑːɹðɚɹ ˈɔf—bˌʌt wʌt ɐ hˈɔːntɪŋ tʃˈɑːɹm ðɛɹ ɪz ɐbˈaʊt ɪt.