text_original: The foliage rocks itself and sighs, And to its woe the wind replies,   They miss her girlish laugh and cries, Whose life was brief, Was very brief.
text_transcription: THE FOLIAGE ROCKS ITSELF AND SIGHS AND TO ITS WOE THE WIND REPLIES THEY MISS HER GIRLISH LAUGH AND CRIES WHOSE LIFE WAS BRIEF WAS VERY BRIEF
phonemes: ðə fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ ɹˈɑːks ɪtsˈɛlf ænd sˈaɪz, ænd tʊ ɪts wˈoʊ ðə wˈɪnd ɹᵻplˈaɪz,   ðeɪ mˈɪs hɜː ɡˈɜːlɪʃ lˈæf ænd kɹˈaɪz, hˌuːz lˈaɪf wʌz bɹˈiːf, wʌz vˈɛɹi bɹˈiːf.