text_original: How do you know, deep underground, Hid in your bed from sight and sound, Without a turn in temperature, With weather life can scarce endure, That light has won a fraction's strength, And day put on some moments' length, Whereof in merest rote will come, Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb; O crocus root, how do you know, How do you know?
text_transcription: HOW DO YOU KNOW DEEP UNDERGROUND HID IN YOUR BED FROM SIGHT AND SOUND WITHOUT A TURN IN TEMPERATURE WITH WEATHER LIFE CAN SCARCE ENDURE THAT LIGHT HAS SWORN A FRACTION'S STRENGTH AND THEY PUT ON SOME MOMENT'S LENGTH WHEREOF IN MEREST ROAD WILL COME WEEKS HENCE MILD AIRS THAT DO NOT NUMB O CROCUS ROOT HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW DO YOU KNOW
phonemes: hˌaʊ dˈuː juː nˈoʊ, dˈiːp ˌʌndɚɡɹˈaʊnd, hˈɪd ɪn jʊɹ bˈɛd fɹʌm sˈaɪt ænd sˈaʊnd, wɪðˌaʊt ɐ tˈɜːn ɪn tˈɛmpɹɪtʃɚ, wɪð wˈɛðɚ lˈaɪf kæn skˈɛɹs ɛndˈʊɹ, ðæt lˈaɪt hɐz wˈʌn ɐ fɹˈækʃənz stɹˈɛŋθ, ænd dˈeɪ pˌʊt ˌɔn sˌʌm mˈoʊmənts lˈɛŋθ, wˈɛɹɑːf ɪn mˈiəɹəst ɹˈoʊt wɪl kˈʌm, wˈiːks hˈɛns, mˈaɪld ˈɛɹz ðæt duːnˌɑːt nˈʌm; ˈoʊ kɹˈoʊkəs ɹˈuːt, hˌaʊ dˈuː juː nˈoʊ, hˌaʊ dˈuː juː nˈoʊ?