text_original: The brief arbutus shines where shone the snow; The panic winds o er dying flowers blow; Far in the quiet woodland dies the blast. Soft on the forehead of the hill are cast The fleeting splendors of the afterglow; Where sang the brook the desert lichens grow.
text_transcription: THE BRIEF ARBITERUS SHINES WHERE SHONE THE SNOW THE PANIC WINDS OVER DYING FLOWERS BLOW FAR IN THE QUIET WOODLAND DIES THE BLAST SOFT ON THE FOREHEAD OF THE HILL ARE CAST THE FLEETING SPLENDORS OF THE AFTERGLOW WHERE SANG THE BROOK THE DESERT LICHENS GROW
phonemes: ðə bɹˈiːf ˈɑːɹbjuːɾəs ʃˈaɪnz wˌɛɹ ʃˈɑːn ðə snˈoʊ; ðə pˈænɪk wˈɪndz ˈoʊ ˈɜː dˈaɪɪŋ flˈaʊɚz blˈoʊ; fˈɑːɹ ɪnðə kwˈaɪət wˈʊdlənd dˈaɪz ðə blˈæst. sˈɔft ɔnðə fˈɔːɹhɛd ʌvðə hˈɪl ɑːɹ kˈæst ðə flˈiːɾɪŋ splˈɛndɚz ʌvðɪ ˈæftɚɡlˌoʊ; wˌɛɹ sˈæŋ ðə bɹˈʊk ðə dˈɛzɚt lˈaɪkənz ɡɹˈoʊ.