text_original: AUTUMNAL ACROSS the scented garden of my dreams Where roses grew, Time passes like a thief, Among my trees his silver sickle gleams, The grass is stained with many a ruddy leaf ; And on cold winds the petals float away That were the pride of June and her array.
text_transcription: AUTUMNAL ACROSS THE SCENTED GARDEN OF MY DREAMS WHERE ROSES GREW TIME PASSES LIKE A THIEF AMONG MY TREES HIS SILVER SICKLE GLEAMS THE GRASS IS STAINED WITH MANY A RUDDY LEAF AND ON COLD WINDS THE PETALS FLOAT AWAY THAT WERE THE PRIDE OF JUNE AND HER ARRAY
phonemes: ˈɔːɾʌmnəl əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈɛntᵻd ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv maɪ dɹˈiːmz wˌɛɹ ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɡɹˈuː, tˈaɪm pˈæsᵻz lˈaɪk ɐ θˈiːf, ɐmˌʌŋ maɪ tɹˈiːz hɪz sˈɪlvɚ sˈɪkəl ɡlˈiːmz, ðə ɡɹˈæs ɪz stˈeɪnd wɪð mˈɛni ɐ ɹˈʌdi lˈiːf ; ænd ˌɔn kˈoʊld wˈɪndz ðə pˈɛɾəlz flˈoʊt ɐwˈeɪ ðæt wɜː ðə pɹˈaɪd ʌv dʒˈuːn ænd hɜːɹ ɚɹˈeɪ.