text_original: A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze, The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new furrowed earth, The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth, Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
text_transcription: A DELICATE ODOUR IS BORNE ON THE WINGS OF THE MORNING BREEZE THE ODOUR OF DEEP WET GRASS AND OF BROWN NEW FURROWED EARTH THE BIRDS ARE SINGING FOR JOY OF THE SPRING'S GLAD BIRTH HOPPING FROM BRANCH TO BRANCH ON THE ROCKING TREES
phonemes: ɐ dˈɛlᵻkət ˈoʊdɚɹ ɪz bˈɔːɹn ɔnðə wˈɪŋz ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ bɹˈiːz, ðɪ ˈoʊdɚɹ ʌv dˈiːp wˈɛt ɡɹˈæs, ænd ʌv bɹˈaʊn nˈuː fˈɜːɹoʊd ˈɜːθ, ðə bˈɜːdz ɑːɹ sˈɪŋɪŋ fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ ʌvðə spɹˈɪŋz ɡlˈæd bˈɜːθ, hˈɑːpɪŋ fɹʌm bɹˈæntʃ tə bɹˈæntʃ ɔnðə ɹˈɑːkɪŋ tɹˈiːz.