text_original: They answer but by singing, As. with a whirr of fluttering wings the small shapes dart and fly ; But my sadness rises with them, and all my cares seem winging, And leaving me as glad as they, but I cannot tell you why.
text_transcription: THEY ANSWER BUT BY SINGING AS WITH A WHIR OF FLUTTERING WINGS THE SMALL SHAPES DART AND FLY BUT MY SADNESS RISES WITH THEM AND ALL MY CARES SEEM WINGING AND LEAVING ME AS GLAD AS STAY BUT I CANNOT TELL YOU WHY
phonemes: ðeɪ ˈænsɚ bˌʌt baɪ sˈɪŋɪŋ, æz. wɪð ɐ wˈɜːɹ ʌv flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ wˈɪŋz ðə smˈɔːl ʃˈeɪps dˈɑːɹt ænd flˈaɪ ; bˌʌt maɪ sˈædnəs ɹˈaɪzᵻz wɪð ðˌɛm, ænd ˈɔːl maɪ kˈɛɹz sˈiːm wˈɪŋɪŋ, ænd lˈiːvɪŋ mˌiː æz ɡlˈæd æz ðeɪ, bˌʌt aɪ kænˈɑːt tˈɛl juː wˈaɪ.