text_original: But, heart, the joyous insect brings No message on its powdered wings For you and me, who yet must stay Far from our love this Winter day.
text_transcription: BUT HARD THE JOYOUS INSECT BRINGS NO MESSAGE ON ITS POWDERED WINGS FOR YOU AND ME WHO YET MUST STAY FAR FROM OUR LOVE THIS WINTER DAY
phonemes: bˌʌt, hˈɑːɹt, ðə dʒˈɔɪəs ˈɪnsɛkt bɹˈɪŋz nˈoʊ mˈɛsɪdʒ ˌɔn ɪts pˈaʊdɚd wˈɪŋz fɔːɹ juː ænd mˌiː, hˌuː jˈɛt mˈʌst stˈeɪ fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ lˈʌv ðɪs wˈɪntɚ dˈeɪ.