text_original: _Ode to Spring_. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund _spring_; The _graces_ and the _rosy bosom'd hours_ Thither all their bounties bring.
text_transcription: ODE TO SPRING ALONG THE CRISPIT SHADES AND BOWERS RAVELS THE SPRUCE AND JOCUND SPRING THE GRACES AND THE ROSY BOSOMED HOURS THITHER ALL THEIR BOUNTIES SPRING
phonemes: ˈoʊd tə spɹˈɪŋ. ɐlˈɔŋ ðə kɹˈɪspt ʃˈeɪdz ænd bˈaʊɚz ɹˈɛvəlz ðə spɹˈuːs ænd dʒˈɑːkʌnd spɹˈɪŋ; ðə ɡɹˈeɪsᵻz ænd ðə ɹˈoʊzi bˈʊzəmd ˈaʊɚz ðˈɪðɚɹ ˈɔːl ðɛɹ bˈaʊntiz bɹˈɪŋ.