text_original: The soft, warm haze Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways, And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts, The violet returns.
text_transcription: THE SOFT WARM HAZE MAKES MOIST ONCE MORE THE SERE AND DUSTY WAYS AND CREEPING THROUGH WHERE DEAD LEAVES LIE IN DRIFTS THE VIOLET RETURNS
phonemes: ðə sˈɔft, wˈɔːɹm hˈeɪz mˌeɪks mˈɔɪst wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ðə sˈɪɹ ænd dˈʌsti wˈeɪz, ænd, kɹˈiːpɪŋ θɹuː wˌɛɹ dˈɛd lˈiːvz lˈaɪ ɪn dɹˈɪfts, ðə vˈaɪəlɪt ɹᵻtˈɜːnz.