text_original: Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all is snow.
text_transcription: OUR SEASONS HAVE NO FIXED RETURNS WITHOUT OUR WILL THEY COME AND GO AT NOON OUR SUDDEN SUMMER BURNS ERE SUNSET ALL IS SNOW
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ sˈiːzənz hæv nˈoʊ fˈɪkst ɹᵻtˈɜːnz, wɪðˌaʊt ˌaʊɚ wɪl ðeɪ kˈʌm ænd ɡˈoʊ; æt nˈuːn ˌaʊɚ sˈʌdən sˈʌmɚ bˈɜːnz, ˈɛɹ sˈʌnsɛt ˈɔːl ɪz snˈoʊ.