text_original: Persimmons, sweet and golden with an early frost, Drop at her feet; and where the narrow creek has crossed The woods, and in the ferns and flag its way has lost, Blood red the corals of the dog wood berries shine.
text_transcription: PERSIMENTS SWEET AND GOLDEN WITH AN EARLY FROST DROP AT HER FEET AND WHERE THE NARROW CREEK HAS CROSSED THE WOODS AND IN THE FERNS AND FLAG ITS WAY HAS LOST BLOOD RED THE CORALS OF THE DOGWOOD BERRIES SHINE
phonemes: pˈɜːsɪmənz, swˈiːt ænd ɡˈoʊldən wɪð ɐn ˈɜːli fɹˈɔst, dɹˈɑːp æt hɜː fˈiːt; ænd wˌɛɹ ðə nˈæɹoʊ kɹˈiːk hɐz kɹˈɔst ðə wˈʊdz, ænd ɪnðə fˈɜːnz ænd flˈæɡ ɪts wˈeɪ hɐz lˈɔst, blˈʌd ɹˈɛd ðə kˈɔːɹəlz ʌvðə dˈɑːɡ wˈʊd bˈɛɹiz ʃˈaɪn.