text_original: IV. SOLVITUR ACRIS HIEMS. The touch of Zephyr and of Spring has loosen'd Winter's thrall; The well dried keels are wheel'd again to sea: The ploughman cares not for his fire, nor cattle for their stall, And frost no more is whitening all the lea.
text_transcription: SALVITA ACCUSHEUMS THE TOUCH OF SAPHIA AND OF SPRING HAS LOOSENED WINTER'S THRALL THE WELL DRIED KEELS ARE WHEELED AGAIN TO SEA THE PLOUGHMAN CARES NOT FOR HIS FIRE NOR KETTLE FOR THEIR STALL AND FROST NO MORE IS WHITENING ALL THE LEA
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ. sˈɑːlvɪɾɚɹ ˈækɹɪs hˈiːmz. ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌv zˈɛfɚ ænd ʌv spɹˈɪŋ hɐz lˈuːsənd wˈɪntɚz θɹˈɔːl; ðə wˈɛl dɹˈaɪd kˈiːlz ɑːɹ wˈiːld ɐɡˈɛn tə sˈiː: ðə plˈaʊmən kˈɛɹz nˌɑːt fɔːɹ hɪz fˈaɪɚ, nˈɔːɹ kˈæɾəl fɔːɹ ðɛɹ stˈɔːl, ænd fɹˈɔst nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪz wˈaɪtənɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə lˈiː.