text_original: Oh the grey garner that is full of half grown apples, Oh the golden sparkles laid extinct! And oh, behind the cloud sheaves, like yellow autumn dapples, Did you see the wicked sun that winked!
text_transcription: OH THE GREY GARNER THAT IS FULL OF HALF GROWN APPLES OH THE GOLDEN SPARKLES LAID EXTINCT AND OH BEHIND THE CLOUD SHEAVES LIKE YELLOW AUTUMN DAPPLES DID YOU SEE THE WICKED SUN THAT WINGED
phonemes: ˈoʊ ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɡˈɑːɹnɚ ðæt ɪz fˈʊl ʌv hˈæf ɡɹˈoʊn ˈæpəlz, ˈoʊ ðə ɡˈoʊldən spˈɑːɹkəlz lˈeɪd ɛkstˈɪŋkt! ænd ˈoʊ, bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə klˈaʊd ʃˈiːvz, lˈaɪk jˈɛloʊ ˈɔːɾʌm dˈæpəlz, dˈɪd juː sˈiː ðə wˈɪkᵻd sˈʌn ðæt wˈɪŋkt!