text_original: Nay, but May needs nor verse nor prophecy, Sure of her lovely folded miracle That soon or late makes the world beautiful : It were all one as who should stand and say, Looking abroad on some bleak winter day, "There will be flowers and birds in Arcady.
text_transcription: NAY BUT MAY NEEDS NO VERSE NO PROPHECY SURE OF HER LOVELY FOLDED MIRACLE THAT SOON OR LATE MAKES THE WORLD BEAUTIFUL IT WERE ALL ONE AS WHO SHOULD STAND AND SAY LOOKING ABROAD ON SOME BLEAK WINTER DAY THERE WILL BE FLOWERS AND BIRDS IN ARCHADY
phonemes: nˈeɪ, bˌʌt mˈeɪ nˈiːdz nˈɔːɹ vˈɜːs nˈɔːɹ pɹˈɑːfəsi, ʃˈʊɹ ʌv hɜː lˈʌvli fˈoʊldᵻd mˈɪɹəkəl ðæt sˈuːn ɔːɹ lˈeɪt mˌeɪks ðə wˈɜːld bjˈuːɾifəl : ɪt wɜːɹ ˈɔːl wˈʌn æz hˌuː ʃˌʊd stˈænd ænd sˈeɪ, lˈʊkɪŋ ɐbɹˈɔːd ˌɔn sˌʌm blˈiːk wˈɪntɚ dˈeɪ, "ðɛɹ wɪl biː flˈaʊɚz ænd bˈɜːdz ɪn ˈɑːɹkædi.