text_original: And were we blind to read the pledge Written in the willow's pencilled gold ? And is it fancy that there breathes A vagrant perfume in the air, A scent of freshly opened leaves ? There are no leaves yet anywhere.
text_transcription: AND WERE WE BLIND TO READ THE PLEDGE WRITTEN IN THE WILLOW'S PENCILLED GOLD AND IS IT FANCY THAT THERE BREATHES A FRAGRANT PERFUME IN THE AIR A SCENT OF FRESHLY OPENED LEAVES THERE ARE NO LEAVES YET ANYWHERE
phonemes: ænd wɜː wiː blˈaɪnd tə ɹˈiːd ðə plˈɛdʒ ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪnðə wˈɪloʊz pˈɛnsəld ɡˈoʊld ? ænd ɪz ɪt fˈænsi ðæt ðɛɹ bɹˈiːðz ɐ vˈeɪɡɹənt pˈɜːfjuːm ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, ɐ sˈɛnt ʌv fɹˈɛʃli ˈoʊpənd lˈiːvz ? ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈoʊ lˈiːvz jˈɛt ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ.