text_original: At length she daunts the tyrannous year, Her little laugh usurps the tear, Her little song she dares to fling Against the black stars, merrily. Persephone, Persephone  her hands lean through the spring to me.
text_transcription: AT LENGTH SHE DAWNS THE TYRNOUS YEAR HER LITTLE LAUGH USURPS THE TEAR HER LITTLE SONG SHE DARES TO FLING AGAINST THE BLACK STARS MERRY LEE PER SAPHONI PER SAPHONIE HER HANDS LEAN THROUGH THE SPRING TO ME
phonemes: æt lˈɛŋθ ʃiː dˈɔːnts ðə tˈɪɹænəs jˈɪɹ, hɜː lˈɪɾəl lˈæf juːzˈɜːps ðə tˈɪɹ, hɜː lˈɪɾəl sˈɔŋ ʃiː dˈɛɹz tə flˈɪŋ ɐɡˈɛnst ðə blˈæk stˈɑːɹz, mˈɛɹili. pɚsˈɛfəni, pɚsˈɛfəni hɜː hˈændz lˈiːn θɹuː ðə spɹˈɪŋ tə mˌiː.