text_original: A little of thy steadfastness, Rounded with leafy gracefulness, Old oak, give me,   That the world's blasts may round me blow, And I yield gently to and fro, While my stout hearted trunk below And firm set roots unshaken be.
text_transcription: A LITTLE OF THY STEADFASTNESS ROUNDED WITH LEAFY GRACEFULNESS OLD OAK GIVE ME THAT THE WORLD'S BLAST MAY ROUND ME BLOW AND I YIELD GENTLY TO AND FRO WHILE MY STOUT HEARTED TRUNK BELOW AND FIRM SET ROOTS UNSHAKEN BE
phonemes: ɐ lˈɪɾəl ʌv ðˌaɪ stˈɛdfæstnəs, ɹˈaʊndᵻd wɪð lˈiːfi ɡɹˈeɪsfəlnəs, ˈoʊld ˈoʊk, ɡˈɪv mˌiː,   ðætðə wˈɜːldz blˈæsts mˈeɪ ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː blˈoʊ, ænd aɪ jˈiːld dʒˈɛntli tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, wˌaɪl maɪ stˈaʊt hˈɑːɹɾᵻd tɹˈʌŋk bᵻlˌoʊ ænd fˈɜːm sˈɛt ɹˈuːts ʌnʃˈeɪkən bˈiː.