text_original: XIX I have left the groves of sleep, Sad a little to leave you Hid beneath their branchy roof From morning sun and dew.
text_transcription: EN I HAVE LEFT THE GROVES OF SLEEP SAD A LITTLE TO LEAVE YOU HID BENEATH THEIR BRANCHY ROOF FROM MORNING SUN AND DEW
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən nˈaɪntiːn aɪ hæv lˈɛft ðə ɡɹˈoʊvz ʌv slˈiːp, sˈæd ɐ lˈɪɾəl tə lˈiːv juː hˈɪd bᵻnˌiːθ ðɛɹ bɹˈæntʃi ɹˈuːf fɹʌm mˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈʌn ænd dˈuː.