text_original: There,  when margin waves reflect Autumn colors, gay and sober, And the Indian girl, October, Wampum like in berries decked, Sits beside the leaf strewn streams,   All the land is one with dreams.
text_transcription: THERE WHEN MARGIN WAVES REFLECT AUTUMN COLORS GAY AND SOBER AND THE INDIAN GIRL OCTOBER WAMPUM LIKE IN BERRIES DECKED SITS BESIDE THE LEAVE STREWN STREAMS ALL THE LAND IS WON WITH DREAMS
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ,  wˌɛn mˈɑːɹdʒɪn wˈeɪvz ɹᵻflˈɛkt ˈɔːɾʌm kˈʌlɚz, ɡˈeɪ ænd sˈoʊbɚ, ænd ðɪ ˈɪndiən ɡˈɜːl, ɑːktˈoʊbɚ, wˈæmpəm lˈaɪk ɪn bˈɛɹiz dˈɛkt, sˈɪts bᵻsˌaɪd ðə lˈiːf stɹˈuːn stɹˈiːmz,   ˈɔːl ðə lˈænd ɪz wˈʌn wɪð dɹˈiːmz.