text_original: Low to the bent and laden grass There came the whisper of the dew: "My lessening hours, how fleet and few! What months are thine ere thou shalt pass!"
text_transcription: LO TO THE BENT AND LADEN GRASS THERE CAME THE WHISPER OF THE DEW MY LESSENING HOURS HOW FLEET AND FEW WHAT MONTHS ARE THINE ERE THOU SHALT PASS
phonemes: lˈoʊ tə ðə bˈɛnt ænd lˈeɪdən ɡɹˈæs ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ðə wˈɪspɚɹ ʌvðə dˈuː: "maɪ lˈɛsənɪŋ ˈaʊɚz, hˌaʊ flˈiːt ænd fjˈuː! wˌʌt mˈʌnθs ɑːɹ ðaɪn ˈɛɹ ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt pˈæs!"