text_original: Though tangled bracken like an old man's beard Blends autumn's ruddy brown with winter's grey, Soft blows the breeze that through the pines is heard, Green moss and yellow primrose deck the way.
text_transcription: THOUGH TANGLED BRACKEN LIKE AN OLD MAN'S BEARD BLENDS AUTUMN'S RUDDY BROWN WITH WINTER'S GRAY SOFT BLOWS THE BREEZE THAT THROUGH THE PINES IS HEARD GREEN MOSS AND YELLOW PRIMROSE DECK THE WAY
phonemes: ðˌoʊ tˈæŋɡəld bɹˈækən lˈaɪk ɐn ˈoʊld mˈænz bˈɪɹd blˈɛndz ˈɔːɾʌmz ɹˈʌdi bɹˈaʊn wɪð wˈɪntɚz ɡɹˈeɪ, sˈɔft blˈoʊz ðə bɹˈiːz ðæt θɹuː ðə pˈaɪnz ɪz hˈɜːd, ɡɹˈiːn mˈɔs ænd jˈɛloʊ pɹˈɪmɹoʊz dˈɛk ðə wˈeɪ.