text_original: All your woods and dales are sad,   You have lost your Oread. Falling leaves! Silent woodlands! Half your loveliness is fled. Golden rod, wither now! Winter winds, come hither now! All the summer joy is dead.
text_transcription: ALL YOUR WOODS AND DALES ARE SAID YOU HAVE LOST YOUR AUREAD FALLING LEAVES SILENT WOODLANDS HAVE YOUR LOVELINESSES FLED GOLDEN ROD WHITHER NOW WINTER WINDS COME HITHER NOW ALL THE SUMMER JOY IS DEAD
phonemes: ˈɔːl jʊɹ wˈʊdz ænd dˈeɪlz ɑːɹ sˈæd,   juː hæv lˈɔst jʊɹ ˈɔːɹiːd. fˈɔːlɪŋ lˈiːvz! sˈaɪlənt wˈʊdləndz! hˈæf jʊɹ lˈʌvlinəs ɪz flˈɛd. ɡˈoʊldən ɹˈɑːd, wˈɪðɚ nˈaʊ! wˈɪntɚ wˈɪndz, kˈʌm hˈɪðɚ nˈaʊ! ˈɔːl ðə sˈʌmɚ dʒˈɔɪ ɪz dˈɛd.