text_original: That moss covered vessel I hailed as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
text_transcription: THAT MOSS COVERED VESSEL I HAILED AS A TREASURE FOR OFTEN AT NOON WHEN RETURNED FROM THE FIELD I FOUND IT THE SOURCE OF AN EXQUISITE PLEASURE THE PUREST AND SWEETEST THAT NATURE CAN YIELD
phonemes: ðæt mˈɔs kˈʌvɚd vˈɛsəl aɪ hˈeɪld æz ɐ tɹˈɛʒɚ, fɔːɹ ˈɔfən æt nˈuːn, wˌɛn ɹᵻtˈɜːnd fɹʌmðə fˈiːld, aɪ fˈaʊnd ɪt ðə sˈɔːɹs əvən ɛkskwˈɪsɪt plˈɛʒɚ, ðə pjˈʊɹɹɪst ænd swˈiːɾɪst ðæt nˈeɪtʃɚ kæn jˈiːld.