text_original: How towers he, too, amid the billowed snows, An unquelled exile from the summer's throne, Whose plain, uncinctured front more kingly shows, Now that the obscuring courtier leaves are flown. His boughs make music of the winter air, Jewelled with sleet, like some cathedral front Where clinging snow flakes with quaint art repair The dints and furrows of time's envious brunt.
text_transcription: HOW TOWERS HE TOO AMID THE BILLOWED SNOWS AN UNQUELLED EXILE FROM SUMMER'S THRONE WHOSE PLAIN UNCINCTURED FRONT MORE KINGLY SHOWS NOW THAT THE OBSCURING COURTIER LEAVES ARE FLOWN HIS BOUGHS MAKE MUSIC OF THE WINTER AIR JEWELLED WITH SLEET LIKE SOME CATHEDRAL FRONT WHERE CLINGING SNOW FLAKES WITH QUAINT ART REPAIR THE DINS AND FURROWS OF TIME'S ENVIOUS BRAND
phonemes: hˌaʊ tˈaʊɚz hiː, tˈuː, ɐmˈɪd ðə bˈɪloʊd snˈoʊz, ɐn ʌŋkwˈɛld ˈɛɡzaɪl fɹʌmðə sˈʌmɚz θɹˈoʊn, hˌuːz plˈeɪn, ʌnsˈɪŋktʃɚd fɹˈʌnt mˈɔːɹ kˈɪŋli ʃˈoʊz, nˈaʊ ðætðɪ əbskjˈʊɹɹɪŋ kˈɔːɹɾiɚ lˈiːvz ɑːɹ flˈoʊn. hɪz bˈaʊz mˌeɪk mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə wˈɪntɚɹ ˈɛɹ, dʒˈuːəld wɪð slˈiːt, lˈaɪk sˌʌm kɐθˈiːdɹəl fɹˈʌnt wˌɛɹ klˈɪŋɪŋ snˈoʊ flˈeɪks wɪð kwˈeɪnt ˈɑːɹt ɹᵻpˈɛɹ ðə dˈɪnts ænd fˈɜːɹoʊz ʌv tˈaɪmz ˈɛnviəs bɹˈʌnt.