text_original: * * * * * XLIX. Back to the East the valorous squadrons sweep; The earth, arousing from her long, cold sleep, Throws from her breast the coverlet of snow, Revealing Spring's soft charms which lie below. Suppressed emotions in each heart arise, The wooer wakens and the warrior dies.
text_transcription: FORTY EIGHT BACK TO THE EAST THE VALOROUS SQUADRONS SWEEP THE EARTH AROUSING FROM HER LONG COLD SLEEP THROWS FROM HER BREAST THE COVERLET OF SNOW REVEALING SPRING'S SOFT CHARMS WHICH LIE BELOW SUPPRESSED EMOTIONS IN EACH HEART ARISE THE WOOER WAKENS AND THE WARRIOR DIES
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹɾi nˈaɪn. bˈæk tə ðɪ ˈiːst ðə vˈælɚɹəs skwˈɑːdɹənz swˈiːp; ðɪ ˈɜːθ, ɚɹˈaʊzɪŋ fɹʌm hɜː lˈɔŋ, kˈoʊld slˈiːp, θɹˈoʊz fɹʌm hɜː bɹˈɛst ðə kˈʌvɚlɪt ʌv snˈoʊ, ɹᵻvˈiːlɪŋ spɹˈɪŋz sˈɔft tʃˈɑːɹmz wˌɪtʃ lˈaɪ bᵻlˈoʊ. səpɹˈɛst ɪmˈoʊʃənz ɪn ˈiːtʃ hˈɑːɹt ɚɹˈaɪz, ðə wˈuːɚ wˈeɪkənz ænd ðə wˈɔːɹɪɚ dˈaɪz.