text_original: ACROSS the stubble fields the lazy breezes pass, From Autumn orchards sloping southward in the sun, Where dropping from the low hung branches, one by one, The apples hide in tangles of the wind blown grass.
text_transcription: ACROSS THE STUBBLE FIELDS THE LAZY BREEZES PASS FROM AUTUMN ORCHARDS SLOPING SOUTHWARD IN THE SUN WHERE DROPPING FROM THE LOW HUNG BRANCHES ONE BY ONE THE APPLES HIDE IN TANGLES OF THE WIND BLOWN GRASS
phonemes: əkɹˌɑːs ðə stˈʌbəl fˈiːldz ðə lˈeɪzi bɹˈiːzᵻz pˈæs, fɹʌm ˈɔːɾʌm ˈɔːɹtʃɚdz slˈoʊpɪŋ sˈaʊθwɚd ɪnðə sˈʌn, wˌɛɹ dɹˈɑːpɪŋ fɹʌmðə lˈoʊ hˈʌŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, ðɪ ˈæpəlz hˈaɪd ɪn tˈæŋɡəlz ʌvðə wˈɪnd blˈoʊn ɡɹˈæs.