text_original: 33 AN AUTUMN THRUSH Like some regret that, half forgot, Gropes into memory, Here in a shadow chosen spot Thy music steals to me.
text_transcription: AN AUTUMN THRUSH LIKE SOME REGRET THAT HALF FORGOT GROPES INTO MEMORY HERE IN A SHADOW CHOSEN SPOT THY MUSIC STEALS TO ME
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː ɐn ˈɔːɾʌm θɹˈʌʃ lˈaɪk sˌʌm ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt ðˈæt, hˈæf fɚɡˈɑːt, ɡɹˈoʊps ˌɪntʊ mˈɛmɚɹi, hˈɪɹ ɪn ɐ ʃˈædoʊ tʃˈoʊzən spˈɑːt ðˌaɪ mjˈuːzɪk stˈiːlz tə mˌiː.