text_original: July has driven April from the close And bluish tints have given place to red, The skies are torpid and the wind has fled; Joyously brilliant insects fill the air That harks, And summer wanders by, robed with diamonds And sparks.
text_transcription: JULY HAS DRIVEN APRIL FROM THE CLOSE AND BLUISH TINTS HAVE GIVEN PLACE TO RED THE SKIES ARE TORPID AND THE WIND HAS FLED JOYOUSLY BRILLIANT INSECTS FILL THE AIR THAT HARKS AND SUMMER WANDERS BY ROBED WITH DIAMONDS AND SPARKS
phonemes: dʒuːlˈaɪ hɐz dɹˈɪvən ˈeɪpɹəl fɹʌmðə klˈoʊs ænd blˈuːɪʃ tˈɪnts hæv ɡˈɪvən plˈeɪs tə ɹˈɛd, ðə skˈaɪz ɑːɹ tˈɔːɹpɪd ænd ðə wˈɪnd hɐz flˈɛd; dʒˈɔɪəsli bɹˈɪliənt ˈɪnsɛkts fˈɪl ðɪ ˈɛɹ ðæt hˈɑːɹks, ænd sˈʌmɚ wˈɔndɚz bˈaɪ, ɹˈoʊbd wɪð dˈaɪəməndz ænd spˈɑːɹks.