text_original: Summer is fresh and strong ; Never so beautiful her radiant face, Never so sweet her song. Wait but a little, till our shivering souls Are strong to bear. He stands Speechless, unheedful, answers not, and holds The bow string in his hands.
text_transcription: SUMMER IS FRESH AND STRONG NEVER SO BEAUTIFUL HER RADIANT FACE NEVER SO SWEET HER SONG WAIT BUT A LITTLE TILL OUR SHIVERING SOULS ARE STRONG TO BEAR HE STANDS SPEECHLESS UNHEEDFUL ANSWERS NOT AND HOLDS THE BOWSTRING IN HIS HANDS
phonemes: sˈʌmɚɹ ɪz fɹˈɛʃ ænd stɹˈɔŋ ; nˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ bjˈuːɾifəl hɜː ɹˈeɪdiənt fˈeɪs, nˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ swˈiːt hɜː sˈɔŋ. wˈeɪt bˌʌt ɐ lˈɪɾəl, tˈɪl ˌaʊɚ ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ sˈoʊlz ɑːɹ stɹˈɔŋ tə bˈɛɹ. hiː stˈændz spˈiːtʃləs, ʌnhˈiːdfəl, ˈænsɚz nˈɑːt, ænd hˈoʊldz ðə bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ ɪn hɪz hˈændz.