text_original: The Oak said one day to a river Reed, "You have a right with Nature to fall out. Even a wren for you's a weight indeed; The slightest breeze that wanders round about Makes you first bow, then bend; While my proud forehead, like an Alp, braves all, Whether the sunshine or the tempest fall   A gale to you to me a zephyr is. Come near my shelter: you'll escape from this; You'll suffer less, and everything will mend.
text_transcription: THE OAK SET ONE DAY TO A RIVER REED YOU HAVE A RIGHT WITH NATURE TO FALL OUT EVEN A WREN FOR USE A WEIGHT INDEED THE SLIGHTEST BREEZE THAT WANDERS ROUND ABOUT MAKES YOU FIRST BOW THEN BEND WHILE MY PROUD FOREHEAD LIKE AN ALP BRAVES ALL WHETHER THE SUNSHINE OR THE TEMPEST FALL A GALE TO YOU TO ME IS THEIR FEAR IS COME NEAR MY SHELTER YOU'LL ESCAPE FROM THIS YOU'LL SUFFER LESS AND EVERYTHING WILL MEND
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊk sˈɛd wˈʌn dˈeɪ tʊ ɐ ɹˈɪvɚ ɹˈiːd, "juː hæv ɐ ɹˈaɪt wɪð nˈeɪtʃɚ tə fˈɔːl ˈaʊt. ˈiːvən ɐ ɹˈɛn fɔːɹ juːz ɐ wˈeɪt ˌɪndˈiːd; ðə slˈaɪɾɪst bɹˈiːz ðæt wˈɔndɚz ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˌaʊt mˌeɪks juː fˈɜːst bˈoʊ, ðˈɛn bˈɛnd; wˌaɪl maɪ pɹˈaʊd fˈɔːɹhɛd, lˈaɪk ɐn ˈælp, bɹˈeɪvz ˈɔːl, wˈɛðɚ ðə sˈʌnʃaɪn ɔːɹ ðə tˈɛmpɪst fˈɔːl ɐ ɡˈeɪl tə juː tə mˌiː ɐ zˈɛfɚɹ ɪz. kˈʌm nˌɪɹ maɪ ʃˈɛltɚ: juːl ɛskˈeɪp fɹʌm ðˈɪs; juːl sˈʌfɚ lˈɛs, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wɪl mˈɛnd.