text_original: THE UNKNOWING If the bird knew how through the wintry weather An empty nest would swing by day and night, It would not weave the strands so close together Or sing for such delight.
text_transcription: THE UNKNOWING IF THE BIRD KNEW HOW THROUGH THE WINTRY WEATHER AN EMPTY NEST WOULD SWING BY DAY AND NIGHT IT WOULD NOT WEAVE THE STRANDS SO CLOSE TOGETHER OR SING FOR SUCH DELIGHT
phonemes: ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊɪŋ ɪf ðə bˈɜːd nˈuː hˌaʊ θɹuː ðə wˈɪntɹi wˈɛðɚɹ ɐn ˈɛmpti nˈɛst wʊd swˈɪŋ baɪ dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt, ɪt wʊd nˌɑːt wˈiːv ðə stɹˈændz sˌoʊ klˈoʊs təɡˌɛðɚ ɔːɹ sˈɪŋ fɔːɹ sˈʌtʃ dᵻlˈaɪt.