text_original: Wherever cowslips crowded thick, Or banks of buttercups would be, A host of airy forms in white, Like ghosts of flowers returned, I see.
text_transcription: WHEREVER COW SLIPS CROWDED SICK OR BANKS OF BUTTERCUPS WOULD BE A HOST OF AIRY FORMS IN WHITE LIKE GHOSTS OF FLOWERS RETURNED I SEE
phonemes: wɛɹˈɛvɚ kˈaʊslɪps kɹˈaʊdᵻd θˈɪk, ɔːɹ bˈæŋks ʌv bˈʌɾɚkˌʌps wʊd bˈiː, ɐ hˈoʊst ʌv ˈɛɹi fˈɔːɹmz ɪn wˈaɪt, lˈaɪk ɡˈoʊsts ʌv flˈaʊɚz ɹᵻtˈɜːnd, aɪ sˈiː.