text_original: How yon low loving skies of April hoard An hundred pinnacles, and how with sheen Of spike and ball her languid clouds between, Grey Oxford grandly rises riverward!
text_transcription: HOW YON LOW LOVING SKIES OF APRIL HOARD AN HUNDRED PINNACLES AND HOW IS SHEEN OF SPIKE AND BALL HER LANGUID CLOUDS BETWEEN GRAY OXFORD GRANDLY RISES RIVER WOOD
phonemes: hˌaʊ jˈɑːn lˈoʊ lˈʌvɪŋ skˈaɪz ʌv ˈeɪpɹəl hˈɔːɹd æn hˈʌndɹɪd pˈɪnəkəlz, ænd hˌaʊ wɪð ʃˈiːn ʌv spˈaɪk ænd bˈɔːl hɜː lˈæŋɡwɪd klˈaʊdz bᵻtwˈiːn, ɡɹˈeɪ ˈɑːksfɚd ɡɹˈændli ɹˈaɪzᵻz ɹˈɪvɚwɚd!