text_original: Back to the vale comes the verdure that vanished, Back to the forest the leaves that were lost. Over the hillside the carpet of splendor, Folded through Winter, Spring spreads down again; Along the horizon, the tints that were tender, Lost hues of Summer time, burn bright as then.
text_transcription: BACK TO THE VALE COMES THE VERDURE THAT VANISHED BACK TO THE FOREST THE LEAVES THAT WERE LOST OVER THE HILL SIDE THE CARPET OF SPLENDOR FOLDED THROUGH WINTER SPRING SPREADS DOWN AGAIN ALONG THE HORIZON THE TINTS THAT WERE TENDER LOST USE OF SUMMER TIME BURN BRIGHT AS DEN
phonemes: bˈæk tə ðə vˈeɪl kˈʌmz ðə vˈɜːdʒɚ ðæt vˈænɪʃt, bˈæk tə ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ðə lˈiːvz ðæt wɜː lˈɔst. ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɪlsaɪd ðə kˈɑːɹpɪt ʌv splˈɛndɚ, fˈoʊldᵻd θɹuː wˈɪntɚ, spɹˈɪŋ spɹˈɛdz dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn; ɐlˈɔŋ ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən, ðə tˈɪnts ðæt wɜː tˈɛndɚ, lˈɔst hjˈuːz ʌv sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪm, bˈɜːn bɹˈaɪt æz ðˈɛn.