text_original: Flowers open only their lips in derision, Leaves are as fingers that point in scorn The shows we see are a vision; Spring is not verily born.
text_transcription: FLOWERS OPEN ONLY THEIR LIPS IN DERISION LEAVES ARE AS FINGERS THAT POINTED SCORN THE SHOWS WE SEE ARE A VISION SPRING IS NOT VERILY BORN
phonemes: flˈaʊɚz ˈoʊpən ˈoʊnli ðɛɹ lˈɪps ɪn dᵻɹˈɪʒən, lˈiːvz ɑːɹ æz fˈɪŋɡɚz ðæt pˈɔɪnt ɪn skˈɔːɹn ðə ʃˈoʊz wiː sˈiː ɑːɹ ɐ vˈɪʒən; spɹˈɪŋ ɪz nˌɑːt vˈɛɹili bˈɔːɹn.