text_original: Hither and thither thro' the solemn world, Glory of purple, passionate blazing red Glints thro' the gloom, and thro' the grey is swirled   Ah! but the leaves twined sweet about her head.
text_transcription: HITHER AND THITHER THROUGH THE SOLEMN WORLD GLORY OF PURPLE PASSIONATE BLAZING RED GLINTS THROUGH THE GROOM AND THROUGH THE GREY IS SWIRLED HA BUT THE LEAVES TWINE SWEET ABOUT HER HEAD
phonemes: hˈɪðɚɹ ænd ðˈɪðɚ θɹˈoʊ ðə sˈɑːləm wˈɜːld, ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv pˈɜːpəl, pˈæʃənət blˈeɪzɪŋ ɹˈɛd ɡlˈɪnts θɹˈoʊ ðə ɡlˈuːm, ænd θɹˈoʊ ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɪz swˈɜːld ˈɑː! bˌʌt ðə lˈiːvz twˈaɪnd swˈiːt ɐbˌaʊt hɜː hˈɛd.