text_original: MEADOW BLOOM My one wee bud that grows in the meadow, Far apart from the flaunting garden blooms, Afar, where the brook and birds are singing, And the soft noon haze o'er the distance looms.
text_transcription: MEADOW BLOOM MY ONE WEE BUD THAT GROWS IN THE MEADOW FAR APART FROM THE FLAUNTING GARDEN BLOOMS AFAR WHERE THE BROOK AND BIRDS ARE SINGING AND THE SOFT NOON HAZE OVER THE DISTANT LOOMS
phonemes: mˈɛdoʊ blˈuːm maɪ wˈʌn wˈiː bˈʌd ðæt ɡɹˈoʊz ɪnðə mˈɛdoʊ, fˈɑːɹ ɐpˈɑːɹt fɹʌmðə flˈɔːntɪŋ ɡˈɑːɹdən blˈuːmz, ɐfˈɑːɹ, wˌɛɹ ðə bɹˈʊk ænd bˈɜːdz ɑːɹ sˈɪŋɪŋ, ænd ðə sˈɔft nˈuːn hˈeɪz ˈɔːɹ ðə dˈɪstəns lˈuːmz.