text_original: And we lay in the untrod moss and pillowed our cheeks with flowers, While the sun went over our heads, and we took no count of the hours; From the end of the waving branches and under the cloudless blue Like sunbeams chained for a banner the thread like gossamers flew.
text_transcription: AND WE LAY IN THE UNTROD MOSS AND PILLOWED OUR CHEEKS WITH FLOWERS WHILE THE SUN WENT OVER OUR HEADS AND WE TOOK NO COUNT OF THE HOURS FROM THE END OF THE WAVING BRANCHES AND UNDER THE CLOUDLESS BLUE LIKE SUNBEAMS CHAINED FOR A BANNER THE THREAD LIKE GOSSAMAS FLEW
phonemes: ænd wiː lˈeɪ ɪnðɪ ʌntɹˈɑːd mˈɔs ænd pˈɪloʊd ˌaʊɚ tʃˈiːks wɪð flˈaʊɚz, wˌaɪl ðə sˈʌn wɛnt ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz, ænd wiː tˈʊk nˈoʊ kˈaʊnt ʌvðɪ ˈaʊɚz; fɹʌmðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə wˈeɪvɪŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz ænd ˌʌndɚ ðə klˈaʊdləs blˈuː lˈaɪk sˈʌnbiːmz tʃˈeɪnd fɚɹə bˈænɚ ðə θɹˈɛd lˈaɪk ɡˈɑːsəmɚz flˈuː.