text_original: And the creeping things that no eye may see. 308 THE FALLOW FIELD Lord of the harvest, thou dost know How the summers and winters go.
text_transcription: AND THE CREEPING THINGS THAT NO EYE MAY SEE LORD OF THE HARVEST THOU DOST KNOW HOW THE SUMMERS AND WINTERS GO
phonemes: ænd ðə kɹˈiːpɪŋ θˈɪŋz ðæt nˈoʊ ˈaɪ mˈeɪ sˈiː. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt ðə fˈæloʊ fˈiːld lˈɔːɹd ʌvðə hˈɑːɹvɪst, ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst nˈoʊ hˌaʊ ðə sˈʌmɚz ænd wˈɪntɚz ɡˈoʊ.