text_original: No thing is heard, No beast or bird, Only the rain by which are stirred The draining leaves, And trickling eaves Of crib and barn one scarce perceives; And garden beds where old time flow'rs hang wet The phlox, the candytuft, and mignonette.
text_transcription: NO THING IS HEARD NO BEAST OR BIRD ONLY THE RAIN BY WHICH ARE STIRRED THE DRAINING LEAVES AND TRICKLING EAVES OF CRIB AND BARN ONE SCARCE PERCEIVES AND GARDEN BEDS WHERE OLDTIME FLOWERS HANG WET THE FLOCKS THE CANDY TUFT AND MIGNONETTE
phonemes: nˈoʊ θˈɪŋ ɪz hˈɜːd, nˈoʊ bˈiːst ɔːɹ bˈɜːd, ˈoʊnli ðə ɹˈeɪn baɪ wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ stˈɜːd ðə dɹˈeɪnɪŋ lˈiːvz, ænd tɹˈɪklɪŋ ˈiːvz ʌv kɹˈɪb ænd bˈɑːɹn wˈʌn skˈɛɹs pɚsˈiːvz; ænd ɡˈɑːɹdən bˈɛdz wˌɛɹ ˈoʊld tˈaɪm flˈoʊrz hˈæŋ wˈɛt ðə flˈɑːks, ðə kˈændɪtˌʌft, ænd mɪɡnənˈɛt.