text_original: The wild, reluctant grace That fancy gives a dryad newly crowned Is portion of thy lure; So lives a forest flower that dares endure In some unknown recess Where only shadows touch its loveliness, And new born waters chant to winds as pure.
text_transcription: THE WILD RELUCTANT GRACE THAT FANCY GIVES A DRYAD NEWLY CROWNED IS PORTION OF THY VIEW SO LIVES A FOREST FLOWER THAT DARES ENDURE IN SOME UNKNOWN RECESS WHERE ONLY SHADOWS TOUCH ITS LOVELINESS AND NEW BORN WATERS CHANT TO WINDS AS PURE
phonemes: ðə wˈaɪld, ɹᵻlˈʌktənt ɡɹˈeɪs ðæt fˈænsi ɡˈɪvz ɐ dɹˈaɪæd nˈuːli kɹˈaʊnd ɪz pˈɔːɹʃən ʌv ðˌaɪ lˈʊɹ; sˌoʊ lˈaɪvz ɐ fˈɔːɹɪst flˈaʊɚ ðæt dˈɛɹz ɛndˈʊɹ ɪn sˌʌm ʌnnˈoʊn ɹˈiːsɛs wˌɛɹ ˈoʊnli ʃˈædoʊz tˈʌtʃ ɪts lˈʌvlinəs, ænd nˈuː bˈɔːɹn wˈɔːɾɚz tʃˈænt tə wˈɪndz æz pjˈʊɹ.