text_original: The edges of the frozen stream, Whose quiet waters late were crossed By shadows of the bending fern, Are fair with fringes of the frost. Wherever cowslips crowded thick, Or banks of buttercups would be, A host of airy forms in white, Like ghosts of flowers returned, I see.
text_transcription: THE EDGES OF THE FROZEN STREAM WHOSE QUIET WATERS LATE WERE CROSSED BY SHADOWS OF THE BENDING FERN UP FAIR WITH FRINGES OF THE FROST WHEREVER COW SLIPS CROWDED SICK OR BANKS OF BUTTERCUPS WOULD BE A HOST OF AIRY FORMS IN WHITE LIKE GHOSTS OF FLOWERS RETURNED I SEE
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɛdʒᵻz ʌvðə fɹˈoʊzən stɹˈiːm, hˌuːz kwˈaɪət wˈɔːɾɚz lˈeɪt wɜː kɹˈɔst baɪ ʃˈædoʊz ʌvðə bˈɛndɪŋ fˈɜːn, ɑːɹ fˈɛɹ wɪð fɹˈɪndʒᵻz ʌvðə fɹˈɔst. wɛɹˈɛvɚ kˈaʊslɪps kɹˈaʊdᵻd θˈɪk, ɔːɹ bˈæŋks ʌv bˈʌɾɚkˌʌps wʊd bˈiː, ɐ hˈoʊst ʌv ˈɛɹi fˈɔːɹmz ɪn wˈaɪt, lˈaɪk ɡˈoʊsts ʌv flˈaʊɚz ɹᵻtˈɜːnd, aɪ sˈiː.