text_original: Dear, patient mother Earth, upon thy breast How are they heaped from farthest east to west ! From the dim north, where the wild storm wind raves O'er the cold surge that chills the shore it laves, To sunlit isles by softest seas caressed, Where roses bloom alway and song birds nest, How thick they lie — like flecks upon the waves
text_transcription: DEAR PATIENT MOTHER EARTH UPON THY BREAST HOW ARE THEY HEAPED FROM FARTHEST EAST TO WEST FROM THE DIM NORTH WHERE THE WILD STORM WIND RAVES O'ER THE COLD SURGE THAT CHILLS THE SHORE IT LAVES TO SUNLIT ISLES BY SOFTEST SEAS CARESSED WHERE ROSES BLOOM ALWAY AND SONG BIRDS NEST HOW THICK THEY LIE LIKE FLECKS UPON THE WAVES
phonemes: dˈɪɹ, pˈeɪʃənt mˈʌðɚɹ ˈɜːθ, əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ bɹˈɛst hˌaʊ ɑːɹ ðeɪ hˈiːpt fɹʌm fˈɑːɹðɪst ˈiːst tə wˈɛst ! fɹʌmðə dˈɪm nˈɔːɹθ, wˌɛɹ ðə wˈaɪld stˈɔːɹm wˈɪnd ɹˈeɪvz ˈɔːɹ ðə kˈoʊld sˈɜːdʒ ðæt tʃˈɪlz ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ɪt lˈeɪvz, tə sˈʌnlɪt ˈaɪəlz baɪ sˈɔftɪst sˈiːz kɚɹˈɛst, wˌɛɹ ɹˈoʊzᵻz blˈuːm ˈɔlweɪ ænd sˈɔŋ bˈɜːdz nˈɛst, hˌaʊ θˈɪk ðeɪ lˈaɪ — lˈaɪk flˈɛks əpˌɑːn ðə wˈeɪvz