text_original: Helen Hunt Jackson November THIS is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts. Beguiled, the pale down trodden aster lifts Her head and blooms again.
text_transcription: FOR LIVERPOCKSDOT BY CAMILLE THIS IS THE TREACHEROUS MONTH WHEN AUTUMN DAYS WITH SUMMER'S VOICE COME BEARING SUMMER'S GIFTS BEGUILED THE PALE THEN TRODDEN ASTER LIFTS HER HEAD AND BLOOMS AGAIN
phonemes: hˈɛlən hˈʌnt dʒˈæksən noʊvˈɛmbɚ ðɪs ɪz ðə tɹˈɛtʃɚɹəs mˈʌnθ wɛn ˈɔːɾʌm dˈeɪz wɪð sˈʌmɚz vˈɔɪs kˈʌm bˈɛɹɪŋ sˈʌmɚz ɡˈɪfts. bᵻɡˈaɪld, ðə pˈeɪl dˌaʊn tɹˈɑːdən ˈæstɚ lˈɪfts hɜː hˈɛd ænd blˈuːmz ɐɡˈɛn.