text_original: And she would have sought With a child's eager glance The shy snowdrops brought By the new year's advance, And peered in the rime Of Candlemas time For crocuses . . . chanced It that she were not tranced From sights she loved best; Wholly possessed By an infinite rest!
text_transcription: AND SHE WOULD HAVE SOUGHT WITH A CHILD'S EAGER GLANCE THE SHY SNOWDROPS BROUGHT BY THE NEW YEAR'S ADVANCE AND PEERED IN THE RHYME OF CANDLEMAS TIME FOR CROCUSES CHANCED IT THAT SHE WERE NOT TRANCED FROM SIGHTS SHE LOVED BEST WHOLLY POSSESSED BY AN INFINITE REST
phonemes: ænd ʃiː wʊdhɐv sˈɔːt wɪð ɐ tʃˈaɪldz ˈiːɡɚ ɡlˈæns ðə ʃˈaɪ snˈoʊdɹɑːps bɹˈɔːt baɪ ðə nˈuː jˈɪɹz ɐdvˈæns, ænd pˈɪɹd ɪnðə ɹˈaɪm ʌv kˈændəlməz tˈaɪm fɔːɹ kɹˈoʊkəsᵻz . . . tʃˈænst ɪt ðæt ʃiː wɜː nˌɑːt tɹˈænst fɹʌm sˈaɪts ʃiː lˈʌvd bˈɛst; hˈoʊli pəzˈɛst baɪ ɐn ˈɪnfɪnət ɹˈɛst!