text_original: For with a lark's heart he doth tower, By a glorious, upward instinct drawn; No bee nestles deeper in the flower Than he in the bursting rose of dawn. No harmless dove, no bird that singeth, Shudders to see him overhead; The rush of his fierce swooping bringeth To innocent hearts no thrill of dread.
text_transcription: FOR WITH A LARK'S HEART HE DOTH TOWER BY A GLORIOUS UPWARD INSTINCT DRAWN NO BEE THAT SETS DEEPER IN THE FLOWER THAN HE IN THE BURSTING ROSE OF DAWN NO HARMLESS DOVE NO BIRD THAT SINGETH SHUDDERS TO SEE HIM OVERHEAD THE RUSH OF HIS FIERCE WHOOPING BRINGETH TO INNOCENT HEARTS NO THRILL OF DREAD
phonemes: fɔːɹ wɪð ɐ lˈɑːɹks hˈɑːɹt hiː dʌθ tˈaʊɚ, baɪ ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs, ˈʌpwɚd ˈɪnstɪŋkt dɹˈɔːn; nˈoʊ bˈiː nˈɛsəlz dˈiːpɚɹ ɪnðə flˈaʊɚ ðɐn hiː ɪnðə bˈɜːstɪŋ ɹˈoʊz ʌv dˈɔːn. nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹmləs dˈʌv, nˈoʊ bˈɜːd ðæt sˈɪŋəθ, ʃˈʌdɚz tə sˈiː hˌɪm ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd; ðə ɹˈʌʃ ʌv hɪz fˈɪɹs swˈuːpɪŋ bɹˈɪŋəθ tʊ ˈɪnəsənt hˈɑːɹts nˈoʊ θɹˈɪl ʌv dɹˈɛd.