text_original: Then, that the gods might hear their voice On purple days of spring, They sought the tossing, pine clad slope And made a place to sing.
text_transcription: THEN THAT THE GODS MIGHT HEAR THEIR VOICE ON PURPLE DAYS OF SPRING THEY SOUGHT THE TOSSING PINE CLAD SLOPE AND MADE A PLACE TO SING
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ðætðə ɡˈɑːdz mˌaɪt hˈɪɹ ðɛɹ vˈɔɪs ˌɔn pˈɜːpəl dˈeɪz ʌv spɹˈɪŋ, ðeɪ sˈɔːt ðə tˈɔsɪŋ, pˈaɪn klˈæd slˈoʊp ænd mˌeɪd ɐ plˈeɪs tə sˈɪŋ.