text_original: Here is the bench beneath the apple trees Where lazily the blanched spring Its petals now doth fling. And here the luminous birds one sees Soaring, like presages of light, In the clear heaven of their flight.
text_transcription: HERE IS THE BENCH BENEATH THE APPLE TREES WHERE LAZILY THE BLANCHED SPRING ITS PETALS NOW DOTH FLING AND HERE THE LUMINOUS BIRDS ONE SEES SOARING LIKE PRESAGES OF LIGHT IN THE CLEAR HEAVEN OF THEIR FLIGHT
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪz ðə bˈɛntʃ bᵻnˌiːθ ðɪ ˈæpəl tɹˈiːz wˌɛɹ lˈeɪzili ðə blˈæntʃt spɹˈɪŋ ɪts pˈɛɾəlz nˈaʊ dʌθ flˈɪŋ. ænd hˈɪɹ ðə lˈuːmɪnəs bˈɜːdz wˈʌn sˈiːz sˈɔːɹɪŋ, lˈaɪk pɹˈɛsɪdʒᵻz ʌv lˈaɪt, ɪnðə klˈɪɹ hˈɛvən ʌv ðɛɹ flˈaɪt.