text_original: Bluebird and robin then Shall sing your requiem. The moon shall laugh at your defeat, the teasing winds deride j For your icicles on eaves Shall dance the happy leaves And the bayonets of the daffodils thrust all your frosts aside.
text_transcription: BLUEBIRD AND ROBIN THEN SHALL SING YOUR REQUIEM THE MOON SHALL LAUGH AT YOUR DEFEAT THE TEASING WINDS DO RIDE FOR YOUR ICICLES ON EAVES SHALL DANCE THE HAPPY LEAVES AND THE BAYONETS OF THE DAFFODILS THRUST ALL YOUR FROSTS ASIDE
phonemes: blˈuːbɜːd ænd ɹˈɑːbɪn ðˈɛn ʃˌæl sˈɪŋ jʊɹ ɹˈɛkwɪˌɛm. ðə mˈuːn ʃˌæl lˈæf æt jʊɹ dᵻfˈiːt, ðə tˈiːzɪŋ wˈɪndz dᵻɹˈaɪd dʒˈeɪ fɔːɹ jʊɹ ˈaɪsɪkəlz ˌɔn ˈiːvz ʃˌæl dˈæns ðə hˈæpi lˈiːvz ænd ðə bˈeɪənˌɛts ʌvðə dˈæfədˌɪlz θɹˈʌst ˈɔːl jʊɹ fɹˈɔsts ɐsˈaɪd.