text_original: He moans in the forest for sins unforgiven (Sins of the revelous days of June)   Moans while the sun drifts dull from the heaven, Giftless of heat's beshriving boon.
text_transcription: HE MOANS IN THE FOREST FOR SINS UNFORGIVEN SINS OF THE REVELOUS DAYS OF JUNE MOANS WHILE THE SUN DRIFTS DULL FROM THE HEAVEN GIFTLESS OF HEATHS BE SHRIVING BOON
phonemes: hiː mˈoʊnz ɪnðə fˈɔːɹɪst fɔːɹ sˈɪnz ʌnfɚɡˈɪvən (sˈɪnz ʌvðə ɹˈɛvələs dˈeɪz ʌv dʒˈuːn)   mˈoʊnz wˌaɪl ðə sˈʌn dɹˈɪfts dˈʌl fɹʌmðə hˈɛvən, ɡˈɪftləs ʌv hˈiːts bᵻʃɹˈɪvɪŋ bˈuːn.