text_original: And, in the garden shrivelled by July, The flowers and shrubs and vibrant leaves Have let fall their fervent powers which lie Over the misty pond and gentle paths. And bitterly the jealous sun now shows Harshly a brilliant shadow Round its light that grieves.
text_transcription: AND IN THE GARDEN SHRIVELLED BY JULY THE FLOWERS AND SHRUBS AND VIBRANT LEAVES HAVE LET FALL THEIR FERVENT POWERS WHICH LIE OVER THE MISTY POND AND GENTLE PATHS AND BITTERLY THE JEALOUS SUN NOW SHOWS HARSHLY A BRILLIANT SHADOW ROUND ITS LIGHT THAT GRIEVES
phonemes: ænd, ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən ʃɹˈɪvəld baɪ dʒuːlˈaɪ, ðə flˈaʊɚz ænd ʃɹˈʌbz ænd vˈaɪbɹənt lˈiːvz hæv lˈɛt fˈɔːl ðɛɹ fˈɜːvənt pˈaʊɚz wˌɪtʃ lˈaɪ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈɪsti pˈɑːnd ænd dʒˈɛntəl pˈæθs. ænd bˈɪɾɚli ðə dʒˈɛləs sˈʌn nˈaʊ ʃˈoʊz hˈɑːɹʃli ɐ bɹˈɪliənt ʃˈædoʊ ɹˈaʊnd ɪts lˈaɪt ðæt ɡɹˈiːvz.