text_original: Then, again, o'er fence, thro' thicket, To the mouth of the rough ravine, Where the weird leaf hidden cricket Chirrs thro' the weirder green, There's a way, o'er rocks  but quicker Is the beat of heart and foot, As the beams above us flicker Sun upon moss and root!
text_transcription: THEN AGAIN OVER FENCE THROUGH THICKET TO THE MOUTH OF THE ROUGH RAVINE WHERE THE WEIRD LEAF HIDDEN CRICKET CHIRS THROUGH THE WEIRDER GREEN THERE'S AWAY OVER ROCKS BUT QUICKER IS THE BEAT OF HEART AND FOOT AS THE BEAMS ABOVE US FLICKER SUN UPON MOSS AND ROOT
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ɐɡˈɛn, ˈɔːɹ fˈɛns, θɹˈoʊ θˈɪkɪt, tə ðə mˈaʊθ ʌvðə ɹˈʌf ɹəvˈiːn, wˌɛɹ ðə wˈɪɹd lˈiːf hˈɪdən kɹˈɪkɪt tʃˈɜːz θɹˈoʊ ðə wˈɪɹdɚ ɡɹˈiːn, ðɛɹz ɐ wˈeɪ, ˈɔːɹ ɹˈɑːks bˌʌt kwˈɪkɚɹ ɪz ðə bˈiːt ʌv hˈɑːɹt ænd fˈʊt, æz ðə bˈiːmz əbˌʌv ˌʌs flˈɪkɚ sˈʌn əpˌɑːn mˈɔs ænd ɹˈuːt!