text_original: In quiet pools after the warm spring rain A lisp and Avhisper of a myriad throats, Soft and incessant,— the high silver notes Of blue birds, and the robin's bugle strain Piping in all the fields for joy again.
text_transcription: IN QUIET POOLS AFTER THE WARM SPRING RAIN A LISP AND WHISPER OF A MYRIAD THROATS SOFT AND INCESSANT THE HIGH SIL NOTES OF BLUE BIRDS AND THE ROBIN'S BUGLE STRAIN PIPING IN ALL THE FIELDS FOR JOY AGAIN
phonemes: ɪn kwˈaɪət pˈuːlz ˈæftɚ ðə wˈɔːɹm spɹˈɪŋ ɹˈeɪn ɐ lˈɪsp ænd ˈævhɪspɚɹ əvə mˈɪɹɪˌæd θɹˈoʊts, sˈɔft ænd ɪnsˈɛsənt,— ðə hˈaɪ sˈɪlvɚ nˈoʊts ʌv blˈuː bˈɜːdz, ænd ðə ɹˈɑːbɪnz bjˈuːɡəl stɹˈeɪn pˈaɪpɪŋ ɪn ˈɔːl ðə fˈiːldz fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ ɐɡˈɛn.