text_original: Sometimes the shout of the harvesters The sleeping pulse of my being stirs.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES THE SHOUT OF THE HARVESTERS THE SLEEPING PULSE OF MY BEING STIRS
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz ðə ʃˈaʊt ʌvðə hˈɑːɹvɪstɚz ðə slˈiːpɪŋ pˈʌls ʌv maɪ bˌiːɪŋ stˈɜːz.