text_original: It rises, so it seems, from the decay Of the dim woods; from withered leaves and weeds, And dead flowers hanging by the woodland way Sad, hoary heads of seeds.
text_transcription: IT RISES SO IT SEEMS FROM THE DECAY OF THE DIM WOODS FROM WITHERED LEAVES AND WEEDS AND DEAD FLOWERS HANGING BY THE WOODLAND WAY SAD HOARY HEADS OF SEEDS
phonemes: ɪt ɹˈaɪzᵻz, sˌoʊ ɪt sˈiːmz, fɹʌmðə dᵻkˈeɪ ʌvðə dˈɪm wˈʊdz; fɹʌm wˈɪðɚd lˈiːvz ænd wˈiːdz, ænd dˈɛd flˈaʊɚz hˈæŋɪŋ baɪ ðə wˈʊdlənd wˈeɪ sˈæd, hˈɔːɹi hˈɛdz ʌv sˈiːdz.