text_original: His boughs make music of the winter air, Jewelled with sleet, like some cathedral front Where clinging snow flakes with quaint art repair The dints and furrows of time's envious brunt. How doth his patient strength the rude March wind Persuade to seem glad breaths of summer breeze, And win the soil that fain would be unkind, To swell his revenues with proud increase!
text_transcription: HIS BOUGHS MAKE MUSIC OF THE WINTER AIR JEWELLED WITH SLEET LIKE SOME CATHEDRAL FRONT WHERE CLINGING SNOW FLAKES WITH QUAINT ART REPAIR THE DINS AND FURROWS OF TIME'S ENVIOUS BRAND HOW DOES HIS PATIENT STRENGTH THE RUDE MARCH WIND PERSUADE TO SEEM GLAD BREATHS OF SUMMER BREEZE AND WIN THE SOIL THAT FAME WOULD BE UNKIND TO SWELL HIS REVENUES WITH PROUD INCREASE
phonemes: hɪz bˈaʊz mˌeɪk mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə wˈɪntɚɹ ˈɛɹ, dʒˈuːəld wɪð slˈiːt, lˈaɪk sˌʌm kɐθˈiːdɹəl fɹˈʌnt wˌɛɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ snˈoʊ flˈeɪks wɪð kwˈeɪnt ˈɑːɹt ɹᵻpˈɛɹ ðə dˈɪnts ænd fˈɜːɹoʊz ʌv tˈaɪmz ˈɛnviəs bɹˈʌnt. hˌaʊ dʌθ hɪz pˈeɪʃənt stɹˈɛŋθ ðə ɹˈuːd mˈɑːɹtʃ wˈɪnd pɚswˈeɪd tə sˈiːm ɡlˈæd bɹˈɛθs ʌv sˈʌmɚ bɹˈiːz, ænd wˈɪn ðə sˈɔɪl ðæt fˈeɪn wʊd biː ʌŋkˈaɪnd, tə swˈɛl hɪz ɹˈɛvənˌuːz wɪð pɹˈaʊd ˈɪŋkɹiːs!