text_original: FAUN CALL Oh, who is he will follow me With a singing, Down sunny roads where windy odes Of the woods are ringing? Where leaves are tossed from branches lost In a tangle Of vines that vie to clamber high   But to vault and dangle!
text_transcription: FAWN CALL OH WHO IS HE WILL FOLLOW ME WITH THE SINGING DOWN SUNNY ROADS WHERE WINDY ODES OF THE WOODS ARE RINGING WHERE LEAVES ARE TOSSED FROM BRANCHES LOST IN A TANGLE OF VINES THAT VIE TO CLAMBER HIGH BUT TO VAULT AND DANGLE
phonemes: fˈɔːn kˈɔːl ˈoʊ, hˌuː ɪz hiː wɪl fˈɑːloʊ mˌiː wɪð ɐ sˈɪŋɪŋ, dˌaʊn sˈʌni ɹˈoʊdz wˌɛɹ wˈɪndi ˈoʊdz ʌvðə wˈʊdz ɑːɹ ɹˈɪŋɪŋ? wˌɛɹ lˈiːvz ɑːɹ tˈɔst fɹʌm bɹˈæntʃᵻz lˈɔst ɪn ɐ tˈæŋɡəl ʌv vˈaɪnz ðæt vˈaɪ tə klˈæmbɚ hˈaɪ bˌʌt tə vˈɔlt ænd dˈæŋɡəl!