text_original: A ball of fire shoots through the tamarack In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings; Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings, Who marks for us high summer's almanac. How instantly the red coat hurtles back! No fiercer flame has flashed beneath the sky.
text_transcription: A BALL OF FIRE SHOOTS THROUGH THE TAMARACK IN SCARLET SPLENDOR ON VOLUPTUOUS WINGS DELIRIOUS JOY THE PIRATE TECHNIST BRINGS WHO MARKS FOR US HIGH SUMMER'S ALMANAC HOW INSTANTLY THE RED COAT HURTLED SPECK NO FIERCER FLAME HAS FLASHED BENEATH THE SKY
phonemes: ɐ bˈɔːl ʌv fˈaɪɚ ʃˈuːts θɹuː ðə tˈæmɐɹˌæk ɪn skˈɑːɹlɪt splˈɛndɚ, ˌɔn vəlˈʌptʃuːəs wˈɪŋz; dᵻlˈɪɹiəs dʒˈɔɪ ðə pˌaɪɹoʊtˈɛknɪst bɹˈɪŋz, hˌuː mˈɑːɹks fɔːɹ ˌʌs hˈaɪ sˈʌmɚz ˈɔlmɐnˌæk. hˌaʊ ˈɪnstəntli ðə ɹˈɛd kˈoʊt hˈɜːɾəlz bˈæk! nˈoʊ fˈɪɹsɚ flˈeɪm hɐz flˈæʃt bᵻnˌiːθ ðə skˈaɪ.