text_original: Fain would I climb, and fain would I reach the flower. Ah, but the tree was tall as the flower was fair! Weary I grew and slept through the noonday hour; Winds caught my fate and strewed it over the air.
text_transcription: FAIN WOULD I CLIMB AND FAIN WOULD I REACH THE FLOWER AH BUT THE TREE WAS TALL AS THE FLOWER WAS FAIR WEARY I GREW AND SLEPT THROUGH THE NOONDAY HOUR WINDS CAUGHT MY FATE AND STREWED IT OVER THE AIR
phonemes: fˈeɪn wʊd aɪ klˈaɪm, ænd fˈeɪn wʊd aɪ ɹˈiːtʃ ðə flˈaʊɚ. ˈɑː, bˌʌt ðə tɹˈiː wʌz tˈɔːl æz ðə flˈaʊɚ wʌz fˈɛɹ! wˈɪɹi aɪ ɡɹˈuː ænd slˈɛpt θɹuː ðə nˈuːndeɪ ˈaʊɚ; wˈɪndz kˈɔːt maɪ fˈeɪt ænd stɹˈuːd ɪɾ ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɛɹ.