text_original: And though the day be white with heat, Their ancient yards are dim and cold; Where now the toad makes its retreat, 'Mid flower pots green caked with mold, And naught but noisome weeds unfold. The slow gray slug and snail have trailed Their slimy silver up and down The beds where once the moss rose veiled Rich beauty; and the mushroom brown Swells where the lily tossed its crown.
text_transcription: AND THOUGH THE DAY BE WHITE WITH HEAT THEIR ANCIENT YARDS ARE DIM AND COLD WHERE NOW THE TOAD MAKES ITS RETREAT MID FLOWER POTS GREEN CAKED WITH MOULD AND NOUGHT BUT NOISOME WEEDS UNFOLD THE SLOW GRAY SLUG AND SNAIL HAVE TRAILED THEIR SLIMY SILVER UP AND DOWN THE BEDS WHERE ONCE THE MOSROSE VEILED RICH BEAUTY AND THE MUSHROOM BROWN SWELLS WHERE THE LILY TOSSED ITS CROWN
phonemes: ænd ðˌoʊ ðə dˈeɪ biː wˈaɪt wɪð hˈiːt, ðɛɹ ˈeɪntʃənt jˈɑːɹdz ɑːɹ dˈɪm ænd kˈoʊld; wˌɛɹ nˈaʊ ðə tˈoʊd mˌeɪks ɪts ɹᵻtɹˈiːt, mˈɪd flˈaʊɚ pˈɑːts ɡɹˈiːn kˈeɪkt wɪð mˈoʊld, ænd nˈɔːt bˌʌt nˈɔɪsʌm wˈiːdz ʌnfˈoʊld. ðə slˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪ slˈʌɡ ænd snˈeɪl hæv tɹˈeɪld ðɛɹ slˈaɪmi sˈɪlvɚɹ ˌʌp ænd dˌaʊn ðə bˈɛdz wˌɛɹ wˈʌns ðə mˈɔs ɹˈoʊz vˈeɪld ɹˈɪtʃ bjˈuːɾi; ænd ðə mˈʌʃɹuːm bɹˈaʊn swˈɛlz wˌɛɹ ðə lˈɪli tˈɔst ɪts kɹˈaʊn.