text_original: His boughs make music of the winter air, Jewelled with sleet, like some cathedral front Where clinging snow flakes with quaint art repair The dints and furrows of time's envious brunt.
text_transcription: HIS BOUGHS MAKE MUSIC OF THE WINTER AIR JEWELLED WITH SLEET LIKE SOME CATHEDRAL FRONT WHERE CLINGING SNOW FLAKES WITH QUAINT ART REPAIR THE DINS AND FURROWS OF TIME'S ENVIOUS BRAND
phonemes: hɪz bˈaʊz mˌeɪk mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə wˈɪntɚɹ ˈɛɹ, dʒˈuːəld wɪð slˈiːt, lˈaɪk sˌʌm kɐθˈiːdɹəl fɹˈʌnt wˌɛɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ snˈoʊ flˈeɪks wɪð kwˈeɪnt ˈɑːɹt ɹᵻpˈɛɹ ðə dˈɪnts ænd fˈɜːɹoʊz ʌv tˈaɪmz ˈɛnviəs bɹˈʌnt.