text_original: PORT MEADOW. The plain gives freedom. Hither, from the town, How oft a dreamer and a book of yore Escaped the lamplit Square, and heard no more From Cowley border surge the game's renown; But bade the vernal sky with spices drown His head by Plato's in the grass, before Yon oar that's never old, the sunset oar, At Medley Lock was lain in music down!
text_transcription: PORT MEADOW THE PLAIN GIVES FREEDOM HITHER FROM THE TOWN HOW OFT THE DREAMER AND THE BOOK OF YORE ESCAPED THE LAMPLIT SQUARE AND HEARD NO MORE FROM COWLEY BORDER SEARCH THE GAME'S RENOWN BUT BADE THE VERNAL SKY WITH SPICES DROWN HIS HEAD BY PLATO'S IN THE GRASS BEFORE YON ORE THAT'S NEVER OLD THE SUNSET ORE AT MEDLEY LOCK WAS LAIN IN MUSIC DOWN
phonemes: pˈɔːɹt mˈɛdoʊ. ðə plˈeɪn ɡˈɪvz fɹˈiːdəm. hˈɪðɚ, fɹʌmðə tˈaʊn, hˌaʊ ˈɔft ɐ dɹˈiːmɚ ænd ɐ bˈʊk ʌv jˈɔːɹ ɛskˈeɪpt ðə lˈæmplɪt skwˈɛɹ, ænd hˈɜːd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ fɹʌm kˈaʊli bˈɔːɹdɚ sˈɜːdʒ ðə ɡˈeɪmz ɹᵻnˈaʊn; bˌʌt bˈeɪd ðə vˈɜːnəl skˈaɪ wɪð spˈaɪsᵻz dɹˈaʊn hɪz hˈɛd baɪ plˈɑːɾoʊz ɪnðə ɡɹˈæs, bᵻfˌɔːɹ jˈɑːn ˈɔːɹ ðæts nˈɛvɚɹ ˈoʊld, ðə sˈʌnsɛt ˈɔːɹ, æt mˈɛdli lˈɑːk wʌz lˈeɪn ɪn mjˈuːzɪk dˈaʊn!