text_original: 'Tis the time o' the year, if the quicken bough be staunch, The green, like a breaker, rolls steady up the branch, And surges in the spaces, and floods the trunk, and heaves In jets of angry spray that is the under white of leaves; And from the thorn in companies the foamy petals fall, And waves of jolly ivy wink along a windy wall.
text_transcription: TIS THE TIME OF THE YEAR IF THE QUICKENED BOUGH BE STAUNCH THE GREEN LIKE A BREAKER ROLLS STEADY UP THE BRANCH AND SURGES IN THE SPACES AND FLOODS THE TRUNKET HEELS IN JETS OF FINGER SPRAY THAT IS THE UNDERWEIGHT OF LEAVES AND FROM THE THRONING COMPANIES THE FOAMY PETALS FALL AND WAVES OF JOLLY IVY WINGLE ALONG A WINDY WALL
phonemes: tˈɪz ðə tˈaɪm ˈoʊ ðə jˈɪɹ, ɪf ðə kwˈɪkən bˈaʊ biː stˈɔːntʃ, ðə ɡɹˈiːn, lˈaɪk ɐ bɹˈeɪkɚ, ɹˈoʊlz stˈɛdi ˌʌp ðə bɹˈæntʃ, ænd sˈɜːdʒᵻz ɪnðə spˈeɪsᵻz, ænd flˈʌdz ðə tɹˈʌŋk, ænd hˈiːvz ɪn dʒˈɛts ʌv ˈæŋɡɹi spɹˈeɪ ðæt ɪz ðɪ ˌʌndɚ wˈaɪt ʌv lˈiːvz; ænd fɹʌmðə θˈɔːɹn ɪn kˈʌmpəniz ðə fˈoʊmi pˈɛɾəlz fˈɔːl, ænd wˈeɪvz ʌv dʒˈɑːli ˈaɪvi wˈɪŋk ɐlˈɔŋ ɐ wˈɪndi wˈɔːl.