text_original: the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there, Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew, And flashing adown the river, a flame of blue! The kingfisher flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
text_transcription: THE LARK STARTS UP FROM HIS BED IN THE MEADOW THERE BREAKING THE GOSSAMER THREADS AND THE NETS OF DEW AND FLASHING ADOWN THE RIVER A FLAME OF BLUE THE KINGFISHER FLIES LIKE AN ARROW AND WOUNDS THE AIR
phonemes: ðə lˈɑːɹk stˈɑːɹts ˌʌp fɹʌm hɪz bˈɛd ɪnðə mˈɛdoʊ ðˈɛɹ, bɹˈeɪkɪŋ ðə ɡˈɑːsəmɚ θɹˈɛdz ænd ðə nˈɛts ʌv dˈuː, ænd flˈæʃɪŋ ɐdˈaʊn ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, ɐ flˈeɪm ʌv blˈuː! ðə kˈɪŋfɪʃɚ flˈaɪz lˈaɪk ɐn ˈæɹoʊ, ænd wˈuːndz ðɪ ˈɛɹ.