text_original: Beneath a bony buttonwood The mill's red door lets forth the din; The whitened miller, dust imbued, Flits past the square of dark within.
text_transcription: BENEATH A BONY BUTTONWOOD THE MILL'S RED DOOR LETS FORTH THE DIN THE WHITENED MILLER DUST IMBUED FLITS PAST THE SQUARE OF DARK WITHIN
phonemes: bᵻnˌiːθ ɐ bˈoʊni bˈʌʔn̩wˌʊd ðə mˈɪlz ɹˈɛd dˈɔːɹ lˈɛts fˈɔːɹθ ðə dˈɪn; ðə wˈaɪʔn̩d mˈɪlɚ, dˈʌst ɪmbjˈuːd, flˈɪts pˈæst ðə skwˈɛɹ ʌv dˈɑːɹk wɪðˈɪn.