text_original: The water trickles from the pump below Upon the stones. With eyes half shut, I hear It falling in a pool where rushes grow, And feel a cooling presence drawing near. And now the sparrows chirp again.
text_transcription: THE WATER TRICKLES FROM THE PUMP BELOW UPON THE STONES WITH EYES HALF SHUT I HEAR IT FALLING IN A POOL WHERE RUSHES GROW AND FEEL A COOLING PRESENCE DRAWING NEAR AND NOW THE SPARROWS CHIRP AGAIN
phonemes: ðə wˈɔːɾɚ tɹˈɪkəlz fɹʌmðə pˈʌmp bᵻlˌoʊ əpˌɑːn ðə stˈoʊnz. wɪð ˈaɪz hˈæf ʃˈʌt, aɪ hˈɪɹ ɪt fˈɔːlɪŋ ɪn ɐ pˈuːl wˌɛɹ ɹˈʌʃᵻz ɡɹˈoʊ, ænd fˈiːl ɐ kˈuːlɪŋ pɹˈɛzəns dɹˈɔːɪŋ nˈɪɹ. ænd nˈaʊ ðə spˈæɹoʊz tʃˈɜːp ɐɡˈɛn.