text_original: Dear Stevenson, do you hold it A text of grace, ah! much Beyond what the praising throng say: Only your art is its peer at heart, Only your touch is a wonder such, My wild little loving song says!
text_transcription: DEAR STEVENSON DO YOU HOLD IT A TEXT OF GRACE AH MUCH BEYD WHAT THE PRAISING THRONGS SAY ONLY YOUR ART IS ITS PEER AT HEART ONLY YOUR TOUCH IS A WONDER SUCH MY WILD LITTLE LOVING SONG SAYS
phonemes: dˈɪɹ stˈiːvɛnsən, dˈuː juː hˈoʊld ɪɾ ɐ tˈɛkst ʌv ɡɹˈeɪs, ˈɑː! mˈʌtʃ bᵻjˌɔnd wʌt ðə pɹˈeɪzɪŋ θɹˈɔŋ sˈeɪ: ˈoʊnli jʊɹ ˈɑːɹt ɪz ɪts pˈɪɹ æt hˈɑːɹt, ˈoʊnli jʊɹ tˈʌtʃ ɪz ɐ wˈʌndɚ sˈʌtʃ, maɪ wˈaɪld lˈɪɾəl lˈʌvɪŋ sˈɔŋ sˈɛz!