text_original: Along the vacant road, a red Bicycle approaches; I wait In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy To leap down at our gate.
text_transcription: ALONG THE VACANT ROAD A RED BICYCLE APPROACHES I WAIT IN A THAW OF ANXIETY FOR THE BOY TO LEAP DOWN AT OUR GATE
phonemes: ɐlˈɔŋ ðə vˈeɪkənt ɹˈoʊd, ɐ ɹˈɛd bˈaɪsɪkəl ɐpɹˈoʊtʃᵻz; aɪ wˈeɪt ɪn ɐ θˈɔː ʌv æŋzˈaɪəɾi, fɚðə bˈɔɪ tə lˈiːp dˌaʊn æɾ ˌaʊɚ ɡˈeɪt.