text_original: One looks into the sun lawn, and the steep Curved slopes of hills, set sharp against the sky, With tufted woods encinctured, waving high O'er vales below, where broken shadows sleep.
text_transcription: ONE LOOKS INTO THE SUN LAWN AND THE STEEP CURVED SLOPES OF HILLS SET SHARP AGAINST THE SKY WITH TUFTED WOODS AND CINCTURED WAVING HIGH OVER VALES BELOW WHERE BROKEN SHADOWS SLEEP
phonemes: wˈʌn lˈʊks ˌɪntʊ ðə sˈʌn lˈɔːn, ænd ðə stˈiːp kˈɜːvd slˈoʊps ʌv hˈɪlz, sˈɛt ʃˈɑːɹp ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ, wɪð tˈʌftᵻd wˈʊdz ɛnsˈɪŋktʃɚd, wˈeɪvɪŋ hˈaɪ ˈɔːɹ vˈeɪlz bᵻlˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ bɹˈoʊkən ʃˈædoʊz slˈiːp.