text_original: Let me linger in the wood, Hear the sound of pipings rude, Watch the shapes of nymph and fawn, Centaurs fleet across the lawn, Satyrs brown, in rhythmic dance, By the stream great Pan, perchance, Hidden in the vocal reed— All the happy antique breed.
text_transcription: LET ME LINGER IN THE WOOD HEAR THE SOUND OF PIPINGS ROOT WATCH THE SHAPES OF NYMPH AND FAWN CENTAURS FLEET ACROSS THE LAWN SATIRES BROWN IN RHYTHMIC DANCE BY THE STREAM GREAT PAN PERCHANCE HIDDEN IN THE VOCAL REED ALL THE HAPPY ANTIQUE BREED
phonemes: lˈɛt mˌiː lˈɪŋɡɚɹ ɪnðə wˈʊd, hˈɪɹ ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv pˈaɪpɪŋz ɹˈuːd, wˈɑːtʃ ðə ʃˈeɪps ʌv nˈɪmf ænd fˈɔːn, sˈɛntɔːɹz flˈiːt əkɹˌɑːs ðə lˈɔːn, sˈæɾɚz bɹˈaʊn, ɪn ɹˈɪðmɪk dˈæns, baɪ ðə stɹˈiːm ɡɹˈeɪt pˈæn, pɚtʃˈæns, hˈɪdən ɪnðə vˈoʊkəl ɹˈiːd— ˈɔːl ðə hˈæpi æntˈiːk bɹˈiːd.