text_original: THE RETURN The wholesome flowers of autumn blow And squirrels chatter as in joy, In woods I rambled when a boy, Careless, and many years ago.
text_transcription: THE RETURN THE WHOLESOME FLOWERS OF AUTUMN BLOW AND SQUIRRELS CHATTER AS IN JOY IN WOODS I RAMBLED WHEN A BOY CARELESS AND MANY YEARS AGO
phonemes: ðə ɹᵻtˈɜːn ðə hˈoʊlsʌm flˈaʊɚz ʌv ˈɔːɾʌm blˈoʊ ænd skwˈɜːlz tʃˈæɾɚɹ æz ɪn dʒˈɔɪ, ɪn wˈʊdz aɪ ɹˈæmbəld wɛn ɐ bˈɔɪ, kˈɛɹləs, ænd mˈɛni jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ.