text_original: When robins from the apple trees are flinging Out on the air their silver shower of song,   In lilac days, when children run a singing, No single thought shall do thy memory wrong.
text_transcription: WHEN ROBINS FROM THE APPLE TREES ARE FLINGING OUT ON THE AIR THEIR SILVER SHOWER OF SONG IN LILAC DAYS WHEN CHILDREN RUN A SINGING NO SINGLE THOUGHT SHALL DO THY MEMORY WRONG
phonemes: wˌɛn ɹˈɑːbɪnz fɹʌmðɪ ˈæpəl tɹˈiːz ɑːɹ flˈɪŋɪŋ ˈaʊt ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹ ðɛɹ sˈɪlvɚ ʃˈaʊɚɹ ʌv sˈɔŋ,   ɪn lˈaɪlək dˈeɪz, wˌɛn tʃˈɪldɹən ɹˈʌn ɐ sˈɪŋɪŋ, nˈoʊ sˈɪŋɡəl θˈɔːt ʃˌæl dˈuː ðˌaɪ mˈɛmɚɹi ɹˈɔŋ.