text_original: Among the twisted roots and rugged knees Of ancient oaks and beeches, next the sun, Pink veined claytonias peep out one by one, Where later on, wind blown anemones, Slender and sweet will tremble in the breeze.
text_transcription: AMONG THE TWISTED ROOTS AND RUGGED KNEES OF ANCIENT OAKS AND BEECHES NEXT THE SUN PINK VEINED CLETONIAS PEEP OUT ONE BY ONE WHERE LATER ON WIND BLOWN ANEMONIES SLENDER AND SWEET WILL TREMBLE IN THE BREEZE
phonemes: ɐmˌʌŋ ðə twˈɪstᵻd ɹˈuːts ænd ɹˈʌɡᵻd nˈiːz ʌv ˈeɪntʃənt ˈoʊks ænd bˈiːtʃᵻz, nˈɛkst ðə sˈʌn, pˈɪŋk vˈeɪnd kleɪtˈoʊniəz pˈiːp ˈaʊt wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, wˌɛɹ lˈeɪɾɚɹ ˈɔn, wˈɪnd blˈoʊn ɐnˈɛməniz, slˈɛndɚɹ ænd swˈiːt wɪl tɹˈɛmbəl ɪnðə bɹˈiːz.