text_original: He ripples the throat Of the lark with a note Of lilting love and bliss, And the sun and the moon, the night and the noon, Are a swoon   When he woos them with his kiss.
text_transcription: HE RIPPLES THE THROAT OF THE LARK WITH A NOTE OF LILTING LOVE AND BLISS AND THE SUN AND THE MOON THE NIGHT AND THE NOON ARE A SWOON WHEN HE WOOS THEM WITH HIS KISS
phonemes: hiː ɹˈɪpəlz ðə θɹˈoʊt ʌvðə lˈɑːɹk wɪð ɐ nˈoʊt ʌv lˈɪltɪŋ lˈʌv ænd blˈɪs, ænd ðə sˈʌn ænd ðə mˈuːn, ðə nˈaɪt ænd ðə nˈuːn, ɑːɹ ɐ swˈuːn wɛn hiː wˈuːz ðˌɛm wɪð hɪz kˈɪs.