text_original: And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar, And the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fire Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
text_transcription: AND ALL THE WOODS ARE ALIVE WITH THE MURMUR AND SOUND OF SPRING AND THE ROSEBUD BREAKS INTO PINK ON THE CLIMBING BRIER AND THE CROCUS BED IS A QUIVERING MOON OF FIRE GIRDLED ROUND WITH THE BELT OF AN AMETHYST RING
phonemes: ænd ˈɔːl ðə wˈʊdz ɑːɹ ɐlˈaɪv wɪððə mˈɜːmɚ ænd sˈaʊnd ʌv spɹˈɪŋ, ænd ðə ɹˈoʊz bˈʌd bɹˈeɪks ˌɪntʊ pˈɪŋk ɔnðə klˈaɪmɪŋ bɹˈaɪɚ, ænd ðə kɹˈoʊkəs bˈɛd ɪz ɐ kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ mˈuːn ʌv fˈaɪɚ ɡˈɜːdəld ɹˈaʊnd wɪððə bˈɛlt əvən ˈæməθˌɪst ɹˈɪŋ.