text_original: THE OPAL MONTH Now cometh October  a nut brown maid, Who in robes of crimson and gold arrayed Hath taken the king's highway! On the world she smiles  but to me it seems Her eyes are misty with mid summer dreams, Or memories of the May.
text_transcription: THE OPAL MONTH NOW COMETH OCTOBER A NUT BROWN MAID WHO IN ROBES OF CRIMSON AND GOLD ARRAYED HATH TAKEN THE KING'S HIGHWAY ON THE WORD SHE SMILES BUT TO ME IT SEEMS HER EYES ARE MISTY WITH MIDSUMMER DREAMS OR MEMORIES OF THE MAY
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊpəl mˈʌnθ nˈaʊ kˈʌməθ ɑːktˈoʊbɚɹ ɐ nˈʌt bɹˈaʊn mˈeɪd, hˌuː ɪn ɹˈoʊbz ʌv kɹˈɪmsən ænd ɡˈoʊld ɚɹˈeɪd hæθ tˈeɪkən ðə kˈɪŋz hˈaɪweɪ! ɔnðə wˈɜːld ʃiː smˈaɪlz bˌʌt tə mˌiː ɪt sˈiːmz hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ɑːɹ mˈɪsti wɪð mˈɪd sˈʌmɚ dɹˈiːmz, ɔːɹ mˈɛmɚɹiz ʌvðə mˈeɪ.