text_original: Far out beyond the forest I could hear The calling of loud progress, and the bold Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear; But though the trumpets of the world were glad, It made me lonely and it made me sad To think that Amaryllis had grown old.
text_transcription: FAR OUT BEYOND THE FOREST I COULD HEAR THE CALLING OF LOUD PROGRESS AND THE BOLD INCESSANT SCREAM OF COMMERCE RINGING CLEAR BUT THOUGH THE TRUMPETS OF THE WORLD WERE GLAD IT MADE ME LONELY AND IT MADE ME SAD TO THINK THAT AMARYLLIS HAD GROWN OLD
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ ˈaʊt bᵻjˌɔnd ðə fˈɔːɹɪst aɪ kʊd hˈɪɹ ðə kˈɔːlɪŋ ʌv lˈaʊd pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs, ænd ðə bˈoʊld ɪnsˈɛsənt skɹˈiːm ʌv kˈɑːmɜːs ɹˈɪŋɪŋ klˈɪɹ; bˌʌt ðˌoʊ ðə tɹˈʌmpɪts ʌvðə wˈɜːld wɜː ɡlˈæd, ɪt mˌeɪd mˌiː lˈoʊnli ænd ɪt mˌeɪd mˌiː sˈæd tə θˈɪŋk ðæt ˌæmɚɹˈɪlɪs hæd ɡɹˈoʊn ˈoʊld.