text_original: 'Tis now the time to wreathe the brow with branch of myrtle green, Or flowers, just opening to the vernal breeze; Now Faunus claims his sacrifice among the shady treen, Lambkin or kidling, which soe'er he please.
text_transcription: TIS NOW THE TIME TO WREATH THE BROW WITH BRANCH OF MYRTLE GREEN OR FLOWERS JUST OPENING TO THE VERNAL BREEZE NOW FAUNUS CLAIMS HIS SACRIFICE AMONG THE SHADY TREE LAMPKIN OR KIDDLING WHICHSOEVER HE PLEASE
phonemes: tˈɪz nˈaʊ ðə tˈaɪm tə ɹˈiːð ðə bɹˈaʊ wɪð bɹˈæntʃ ʌv mˈɜːɾəl ɡɹˈiːn, ɔːɹ flˈaʊɚz, dʒˈʌst ˈoʊpənɪŋ tə ðə vˈɜːnəl bɹˈiːz; nˈaʊ fˈɔːnəs klˈeɪmz hɪz sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ʃˈeɪdi tɹˈiːn, lˈæmbkɪn ɔːɹ kˈɪdlɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ sˈoʊɚ hiː plˈiːz.