text_original: II No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower, While earth endures, Will fall on my mound and within the hour Steal on to yours; One robin never haunt our two green covertures.
text_transcription: TWO NO SHADE OF PINNACLE OR TREE OR TOWER WHILE EARTH ENDURES WILL FALL ON MY MOUNT AND WITHIN THE HOUR STEAL ON TWO YEARS ONE ROBIN NEVER HAUNT OUR TWO GREEN COVERTITURES
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː nˈoʊ ʃˈeɪd ʌv pˈɪnəkəl ɔːɹ tɹˈiː ɔːɹ tˈaʊɚ, wˌaɪl ˈɜːθ ɛndˈʊɹz, wɪl fˈɔːl ˌɔn maɪ mˈaʊnd ænd wɪðˌɪn ðɪ ˈaʊɚ stˈiːl ˌɔn tə jˈɔːɹz; wˈʌn ɹˈɑːbɪn nˈɛvɚ hˈɔːnt ˌaʊɚ tˈuː ɡɹˈiːn kˈʌvɚtʃɚz.