text_original: Warm noon brims full the valley's cup, The aspen's leaves are scarce astir, Only the little mill sends up Its busy, never ceasing burr. Climbing the loose piled wall that hems The road along the mill pond's brink, From 'neath the arching barberry stems, My footstep scares the shy chewink. Beneath a bony buttonwood The mill's red door lets forth the din; The whitened miller, dust imbued, Flits past the square of dark within.
text_transcription: WARM NOON BRIMS FULL THE VALLEY'S CUP THE ASPEN'S LEAVES ARE SCARCE ASTIR ONLY THE LITTLE MILL SENDS UP ITS BUSY NEVER CEASING BURR CLIMBING THE LOOSE PILED WALL THAT HEMS THE ROAD ALONG THE MILLPOND'S BRINK FROM NEATH THE ARCHING BARBERY STEMS MY FOOTSTEP SCARCE TO SHY CHEWING BENEATH A BONY BUTTONWOOD THE MILL'S RED DOOR LETS FORTH THE DIN THE WHITENED MILLER DUST IMBUED FLITS PAST THE SQUARE OF DARK WITHIN
phonemes: wˈɔːɹm nˈuːn bɹˈɪmz fˈʊl ðə vˈælɪz kˈʌp, ðɪ ˈæspənz lˈiːvz ɑːɹ skˈɛɹs ɐstˈɜː, ˈoʊnli ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈɪl sˈɛndz ˌʌp ɪts bˈɪzi, nˈɛvɚ sˈiːsɪŋ bˈɜː. klˈaɪmɪŋ ðə lˈuːs pˈaɪld wˈɔːl ðæt hˈɛmz ðə ɹˈoʊd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə mˈɪl pˈɑːndz bɹˈɪŋk, fɹʌm nˈiːθ ðɪ ˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ bˈɑːɹbɛɹi stˈɛmz, maɪ fˈʊtstɛp skˈɛɹz ðə ʃˈaɪ tʃˈuːɪŋk. bᵻnˌiːθ ɐ bˈoʊni bˈʌʔn̩wˌʊd ðə mˈɪlz ɹˈɛd dˈɔːɹ lˈɛts fˈɔːɹθ ðə dˈɪn; ðə wˈaɪʔn̩d mˈɪlɚ, dˈʌst ɪmbjˈuːd, flˈɪts pˈæst ðə skwˈɛɹ ʌv dˈɑːɹk wɪðˈɪn.