text_original: Fresh from the fountains of the wood A rivulet of the valley came, And glided on for many a rood, Flushed with the morning's ruddy flame.
text_transcription: FRESH FROM THE FOUNTAINS OF THE WOOD A RIVULET OF THE VALLEY CAME AND GLIDED ON FOR MANY A ROUTE FLUSHED WITH THE MORNING'S RUDDY FLAME
phonemes: fɹˈɛʃ fɹʌmðə fˈaʊntɪnz ʌvðə wˈʊd ɐ ɹˈɪvjʊlɪt ʌvðə vˈæli kˈeɪm, ænd ɡlˈaɪdᵻd ˌɔn fɔːɹ mˈɛni ɐ ɹˈuːd, flˈʌʃt wɪððə mˈɔːɹnɪŋz ɹˈʌdi flˈeɪm.