text_original: Or could my gaze more tenderly entwine Each pallid beech and silvery sycamore Outreaching arms in patience to divine If winter's o'er?
text_transcription: OR COULD MY GAZE MORE TENDERLY ENTWINE EACH PALLID BEECH AND SILVERY SYCAMORE OUTREACHING ARMS IN PATIENCE TO DIVINE IF WINTER'S OVER
phonemes: ɔːɹ kʊd maɪ ɡˈeɪz mˈɔːɹ tˈɛndɚli ɛntwˈaɪn ˈiːtʃ pˈælɪd bˈiːtʃ ænd sˈɪlvɚɹi sˈɪkɐmˌɔːɹ aʊtɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ˈɑːɹmz ɪn pˈeɪʃəns tə dᵻvˈaɪn ɪf wˈɪntɚz ˈɔːɹ?