text_original: THE SEASONS. 103 And what if cheerful shouts at noon Come, from the village sent, Or song of maids beneath the moon With fairy laughter blent? And what if, in the evening light, Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument
text_transcription: AND WHAT IF CHEERFUL SHOUTS AT NOON COME FROM THE VILLAGE SAND OR SONG OF MAIDS BENEATH THE MOON WITH FAIRY LAUGHTER BLEND AND WHAT IF IN THE EVENING LIGHT BETROTHED LOVERS WALK IN SIGHT OF MY LOW MONUMENT
phonemes: ðə sˈiːzənz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː ænd wʌt ɪf tʃˈɪɹfəl ʃˈaʊts æt nˈuːn kˈʌm, fɹʌmðə vˈɪlɪdʒ sˈɛnt, ɔːɹ sˈɔŋ ʌv mˈeɪdz bᵻnˌiːθ ðə mˈuːn wɪð fˈɛɹi lˈæftɚ blˈɛnt? ænd wˈʌt ɪf, ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ lˈaɪt, bᵻtɹˈoʊðd lˈʌvɚz wˈɔːk ɪn sˈaɪt ʌv maɪ lˈoʊ mˈɑːnjuːmənt