text_original: THE ATONER Winter has come in sackcloth and ashes (Penance for Summer's enverdured sheaves). Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly he lashes His limbs that are naked of grass and leaves.
text_transcription: THE ATONER WINTER HAS COME IN SACKCLOTH AND ASHES PENNONS FOR SUMMERS AND VERDURE CHIEFS BITTERLY CRUELLY BLEAKLY HE LASHES HIS SLIMS THAT ARE NAKED OF GRASS AND LEAVES
phonemes: ðɪ ɐtˈoʊnɚ wˈɪntɚ hɐz kˈʌm ɪn sˈækklɔθ ænd ˈæʃᵻz (pˈɛnəns fɔːɹ sˈʌmɚz ɛnvˈɜːdʒɚd ʃˈiːvz). bˈɪɾɚli, kɹˈuːəli, blˈiːkli hiː lˈæʃᵻz hɪz lˈɪmz ðæt ɑːɹ nˈeɪkᵻd ʌv ɡɹˈæs ænd lˈiːvz.