text_original: Not only the peeping grass and the scent   (Oh, love o' my life, fly unto me here!) Of violets coming ere April's spent   But the frog's shrill cheer And the crow's wild jeer!
text_transcription: NOT ONLY THE PEEPING GRASS AND THE SCENT O LOVE OF MY LIFE FLY UNTO ME HERE OF VIOLETS COMING ERE APRIL SPENT BUT THE FROG'S SHRILL CHEER AND THE CROW'S WILD JEER
phonemes: nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli ðə pˈiːpɪŋ ɡɹˈæs ænd ðə sˈɛnt   (ˈoʊ, lˈʌv ˈoʊ maɪ lˈaɪf, flˈaɪ ˌʌntʊ mˌiː hˈɪɹ!) ʌv vˈaɪəlɪts kˈʌmɪŋ ˈɛɹ ˈeɪpɹəlz spˈɛnt bˌʌt ðə fɹˈɑːɡz ʃɹˈɪl tʃˈɪɹ ænd ðə kɹˈoʊz wˈaɪld dʒˈɪɹ!