text_original: It was not so  we once were young   When Spring, to womanly Summer turning, Her dew drops on each grass blade strung, In the red sunrise burning.
text_transcription: IT WAS NOT SO WE ONCE WERE YOUNG WHEN SPRING TO WOMANLY SUMMER TURNING HER DEWDROPS ON EACH GRASS BLADE STRUNG IN THE RED SUNRISE BURNING
phonemes: ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt sˌoʊ wiː wˈʌns wɜː jˈʌŋ wɛn spɹˈɪŋ, tə wˈʊmənli sˈʌmɚ tˈɜːnɪŋ, hɜː dˈuː dɹˈɑːps ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ ɡɹˈæs blˈeɪd stɹˈʌŋ, ɪnðə ɹˈɛd sˈʌnɹaɪz bˈɜːnɪŋ.