text_original: Hillcrest (To Mrs. Edward MacDowell) No sound of any storm that shakes Old island walls with older seas Comes here where now September makes An island in a sea of trees.
text_transcription: HILCREST TO MISSUS EDWARD MC DOWELL NO SOUND OF ANY STORM THAT SHAKES OLD ISLAND WALLS WITH OLDER SEAS COMES HERE WHERE NOW SEPTEMBER MAKES AN ISLAND IN A SEA OF TREES
phonemes: hˈɪlkɹɛst (tə mˈɪsɪz. ˈɛdwɚd mˈæk dˈaʊɛl) nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd ʌv ˌɛni stˈɔːɹm ðæt ʃˈeɪks ˈoʊld ˈaɪlənd wˈɔːlz wɪð ˈoʊldɚ sˈiːz kˈʌmz hˈɪɹ wˌɛɹ nˈaʊ sɛptˈɛmbɚ mˌeɪks ɐn ˈaɪlənd ɪn ɐ sˈiː ʌv tɹˈiːz.