text_original: THE YEAR'S AWAKENING HOW do you know that the pilgrim track Along the belting zodiac Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds Is traced by now to the Fishes' bounds And into the Ram, when weeks of cloud Have wrapt the sky in a clammy shroud, And never as yet a tinct of spring Has shown in the Earth's apparelling; O vespering bird, how do you know, How do you know?
text_transcription: THE YEAR'S AWAKENING HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT THE PILGRIM TRACK ALONG THE BELTING ZODIAC SWEPT BY THE SUN IN HIS SEEMING ROUNDS IS TRACED BY NOW TO THE FISHES BOUNDS AND INTO THE RAM WHEN WEEKS OF CLOUD HAVE WRAPPED THE SKY IN A CLAMMY SHROUD AND NEVER AS YET A TINT OF SPRING HAS SHONE IN THE EARTH APPARELLING O VESPERING BIRD HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW DO YOU KNOW
phonemes: ðə jˈɪɹz ɐwˈeɪkənɪŋ hˌaʊ dˈuː juː nˈoʊ ðætðə pˈɪlɡɹɪm tɹˈæk ɐlˈɔŋ ðə bˈɛltɪŋ zˈoʊdiˌæk swˈɛpt baɪ ðə sˈʌn ɪn hɪz sˈiːmɪŋ ɹˈaʊndz ɪz tɹˈeɪst baɪ nˈaʊ tə ðə fˈɪʃᵻz bˈaʊndz ænd ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈæm, wˌɛn wˈiːks ʌv klˈaʊd hæv ɹˈæpt ðə skˈaɪ ɪn ɐ klˈæmi ʃɹˈaʊd, ænd nˈɛvɚɹ æz jˈɛt ɐ tˈɪŋkt ʌv spɹˈɪŋ hɐz ʃˈoʊn ɪnðɪ ˈɜːθz ˈæpɚɹəlɪŋ; ˈoʊ vˈɛspɚɹɪŋ bˈɜːd, hˌaʊ dˈuː juː nˈoʊ, hˌaʊ dˈuː juː nˈoʊ?