text_original: The wind of March taught thee his springtime madness, And then in undertone Whispered the wonder secret of his gladness To thee alone. And thou hast learned from little brook and river Their tender melody   The notes that set the thrush's throat a quiver Are known to thee.
text_transcription: THE WIND OF MARCH TAUGHT THEE HIS SPRINGME MADNESS AND THEN IN UNDERTONE WHISPERED THE WONDER SECRET OF HIS GLADNESS TO THEE ALONE AND THOU HAST LEARNT FROM LITTLE BROOK AND RIVER THEIR TENDER MELODY THE NOTES THAT SET THE THRUSH THROUGH THE QUIVER UNKNOWN TO THEE
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd ʌv mˈɑːɹtʃ tˈɔːt ðiː hɪz spɹˈɪŋtaɪm mˈædnəs, ænd ðˈɛn ɪn ˌʌndɚtˈoʊn wˈɪspɚd ðə wˈʌndɚ sˈiːkɹᵻt ʌv hɪz ɡlˈædnəs tə ðiː ɐlˈoʊn. ænd ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst lˈɜːnd fɹʌm lˈɪɾəl bɹˈʊk ænd ɹˈɪvɚ ðɛɹ tˈɛndɚ mˈɛlədi ðə nˈoʊts ðæt sˈɛt ðə θɹˈʌʃᵻz θɹˈoʊt ɐ kwˈɪvɚɹ ɑːɹ nˈoʊn tə ðˈiː.