text_original: The Spring and its nuptial fear? "And freedom is better than love?" beware you, There will be May next year! "Beauty!" again, still "beauty"? Wait till the winter comes! Till kestrel and hungry kite seek booty And the bleak cold benumbs! Wait? nay, fling it to heaven The false little song you prate! Too sweet are its fancies not to leaven Even the rudest fate!
text_transcription: THE SPRING AND ITS NUPTIAL FEAR AND FREEDOM IS BETTER THAN LOVE BEWARE YOU THERE WILL BE MAY NEXT YEAR BEAUTY AGAIN STILL BEAUTY WAIT TILL THE WINTER COMES TILL CASTOR AND HUNGRY KITE SEEK BOOTY AND THE BLEAK COLD BENUMBS WAIT NAY FLING IT TO HEAVEN THE FALSE LITTLE SONG YOU PRAY TOO SWEET ARE ITS FANCIES NOT TO LEAVEN EVEN THE RUDEST FATE
phonemes: ðə spɹˈɪŋ ænd ɪts nˈʌpʃəl fˈɪɹ? "ænd fɹˈiːdəm ɪz bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn lˈʌv?" bᵻwˈɛɹ juː, ðɛɹ wɪl biː mˈeɪ nˈɛkst jˈɪɹ! "bjˈuːɾi!" ɐɡˈɛn, stˈɪl "bjˈuːɾi"? wˈeɪt tˈɪl ðə wˈɪntɚ kˈʌmz! tˈɪl kˈɛstɹəl ænd hˈʌŋɡɹi kˈaɪt sˈiːk bˈuːɾi ænd ðə blˈiːk kˈoʊld bᵻnˈʌmz! wˈeɪt? nˈeɪ, flˈɪŋ ɪt tə hˈɛvən ðə fˈɔls lˈɪɾəl sˈɔŋ juː pɹˈeɪt! tˈuː swˈiːt ɑːɹ ɪts fˈænsiz nˌɑːt tə lˈɛvən ˈiːvən ðə ɹˈuːdɪst fˈeɪt!