text_original: Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breath its early vows; And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, the birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore.
text_transcription: LOVE SOUGHT ITS SHADE AT EVENING TIME TO BREATHE ITS EARLY VOWS AND AGE WAS PLEASED IN HEATS OF NOON TO BASK BENEATH ITS BOUGHS THE DORMOUSE LOVED ITS TANGLING TWIGS THE BIRD'S SWEET MUSIC BORE IT STOOD A GLORY IN ITS PLACE A BLESSING EVER MORE
phonemes: lˈʌv sˈɔːt ɪts ʃˈeɪd, æɾ ˈiːvnɪŋ tˈaɪm, tə bɹˈiːð ɪts ˈɜːli vˈaʊz; ænd ˈeɪdʒ wʌz plˈiːzd, ɪn hˈiːts ʌv nˈuːn, tə bˈæsk bᵻnˌiːθ ɪts bˈaʊz; ðə dˈɔːɹmaʊs lˈʌvd ɪts dˈæŋɡəlɪŋ twˈɪɡz, ðə bˈɜːdz swˈiːt mjˈuːzɪk bˈɔːɹ; ɪt stˈʊd ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi ɪn ɪts plˈeɪs, ɐ blˈɛsɪŋ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ.