text_original: I COME where the wry road leads Thro' the pines and the alder scents, Sated of books, with a start, Sharp on the gang to day: Scarce see the Romany steeds, Scarce hear the flap of the tents, When hillo!
text_transcription: I COME WHERE THE RYE ROAD LEADS THROUGH THE PINES AND THE ALD ASCENTS SATED OF BOOKS WITH A START SHARP ON THE GANG TO DAY SCARCE SEE THE ROMANY STEEDS SCARCE HEAR THE FLAP OF THE TENTS WHEN HILLO
phonemes: aɪ kˈʌm wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈaɪ ɹˈoʊd lˈiːdz θɹˈoʊ ðə pˈaɪnz ænd ðɪ ˈɔːldɚ sˈɛnts, sˈeɪɾᵻd ʌv bˈʊks, wɪð ɐ stˈɑːɹt, ʃˈɑːɹp ɔnðə ɡˈæŋ tə dˈeɪ: skˈɛɹs sˈiː ðə ɹˈoʊməni stˈiːdz, skˈɛɹs hˈɪɹ ðə flˈæp ʌvðə tˈɛnts, wˌɛn hˈɪloʊ!