text_original: For in the leaves that rustle by the wall All forests find a tongue. And so that grass Can, with its struggling tuft of green, recall Wide, bloom filled meadows where the cattle pass.
text_transcription: FOR IN THE LEAVES THAT RUSTLE BY THE WALL ALL FORESTS FIND THE TONGUE AND SO THAT GRASS CAN WITH ITS STRUGGLING TUFT OF GREEN RECALL WIDE BLOOM FILLED MEADOWS WHERE THE CATTLE PASS
phonemes: fɔːɹ ɪnðə lˈiːvz ðæt ɹˈʌsəl baɪ ðə wˈɔːl ˈɔːl fˈɔːɹɪsts fˈaɪnd ɐ tˈʌŋ. ænd sˌoʊ ðæt ɡɹˈæs kˈæn, wɪð ɪts stɹˈʌɡlɪŋ tˈʌft ʌv ɡɹˈiːn, ɹˈiːkɔːl wˈaɪd, blˈuːm fˈɪld mˈɛdoʊz wˌɛɹ ðə kˈæɾəl pˈæs.