text_original: to the knowledge, that is kin To Heaven, to which at last we win. THE CAT BIRD I The tufted gold of the sassafras, And the gold of the spicewood bush, Bewilder the ways of the forest pass, And brighten the underbrush: The white starred drifts of the wild plum tree, And the haw with its pearly plumes, And the redbud, misted rosily, Dazzle the woodland glooms.
text_transcription: THE CATBIRD BY MEDICINE CAWAINE RED VULLIBRIVOX DOT ORK BUSONYA THE CATBIRD THE TUFTED GOLD OF THE SASSAFRAS AND THE GOLD OF THE SPICEWOOD BUSH BEWILDERED THE WAYS OF THE FOREST PASS AND BRIGHTEN THE UNDERBRUSH THE WIDE STARRED DRIFTS OF THE WILD PLUM TREE AND THE HALL WITH ITS PEARLY PLUMES AND THE RED BUD MISTED ROSILY DAZZLED THE WOODLAND GLOOMS
phonemes: tə ðə nˈɑːlɪdʒ, ðæt ɪz kˈɪn tə hˈɛvən, tə wˌɪtʃ æt lˈæst wiː wˈɪn. ðə sˌiːˌeɪtˈiː bˈɜːd aɪ ðə tˈʌftᵻd ɡˈoʊld ʌvðə sˈæsɐfɹˌæs, ænd ðə ɡˈoʊld ʌvðə spˈaɪswʊd bˈʊʃ, bᵻwˈɪldɚ ðə wˈeɪz ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst pˈæs, ænd bɹˈaɪʔn̩ ðɪ ˌʌndɚbɹˈʌʃ: ðə wˈaɪt stˈɑːɹd dɹˈɪfts ʌvðə wˈaɪld plˈʌm tɹˈiː, ænd ðə hˈɔː wɪð ɪts pˈɜːli plˈuːmz, ænd ðə ɹˈɛdbʌd, mˈɪstᵻd ɹˈoʊzili, dˈæzəl ðə wˈʊdlənd ɡlˈuːmz.