text_original: Dreams that strive to seem awake, Ghosts that walk by daytime, Weary winds the way they take, Since, for one child's absent sake, May knows well, whate'er things make Sport, it is not Maytime.
text_transcription: DREAMS THAT STRIVE TO SEEM AWAKE GHOSTS THAT WALK BY DAYTIME WEARY WINDS THE WAY THEY TAKE SINCE FOR ONE CHILD'S ABSENT SAKE MADE KNOWS WELL WHATEVER THINGS MAKE SPORT IT IS NOT MADE TIME
phonemes: dɹˈiːmz ðæt stɹˈaɪv tə sˈiːm ɐwˈeɪk, ɡˈoʊsts ðæt wˈɔːk baɪ dˈeɪtaɪm, wˈɪɹi wˈɪndz ðə wˈeɪ ðeɪ tˈeɪk, sˈɪns, fɔːɹ wˈʌn tʃˈaɪldz ˈæbsənt sˈeɪk, mˈeɪ nˈoʊz wˈɛl, wˈʌɾɛɹ θˈɪŋz mˌeɪk spˈɔːɹt, ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt mˈeɪtaɪm.