text_original: There,  when harvest heights impend Over shores of rippling summer, And to greet the fair new comer,   June,  the wildrose thickets bend In a million blossoms dressed,   All the land is one with rest. On some rock, where gaunt the oak Reddens and the sombre cedar Darkens, like a sachem leader, I have lain and watched the smoke Of the steamboat, far away, Trailed athwart the dying day.
text_transcription: THERE WHEN HARVEST TIDES IMPEND OVER SHORES OF RIPPLING SUMMER AND TO GREET THE FAIR NEW COMER JUNE THE WILD ROSE THICKETS BEND IN A MILLION BLOSSOMS DREST ALL THE LAND IS SWAN WITH REST ON SOME ROCK WHERE GAUNTY OAK REDDENS AND THE SOMBRE CEDAR DARKENS LIKE A SATCHUM LEADER I HAVE LAIN AND WATCHED THE SMOKE OF THE STEAMBOAT FAR AWAY TRAILED ATHWART THE DYING DAY
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ,  wˌɛn hˈɑːɹvɪst hˈaɪts ɪmpˈɛnd ˌoʊvɚ ʃˈɔːɹz ʌv ɹˈɪplɪŋ sˈʌmɚ, ænd tə ɡɹˈiːt ðə fˈɛɹ nˈuː kˈʌmɚ,   dʒˈuːn,  ðə wˈaɪldɹoʊz θˈɪkɪts bˈɛnd ɪn ɐ mˈɪliən blˈɔsəmz dɹˈɛst,   ˈɔːl ðə lˈænd ɪz wˈʌn wɪð ɹˈɛst. ˌɔn sˌʌm ɹˈɑːk, wˌɛɹ ɡˈɔːnt ðɪ ˈoʊk ɹˈɛdənz ænd ðə sˈɑːmbɚ sˈiːdɚ dˈɑːɹkənz, lˈaɪk ɐ sˈæʃəm lˈiːdɚ, aɪ hæv lˈeɪn ænd wˈɑːtʃt ðə smˈoʊk ʌvðə stˈiːmboʊt, fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, tɹˈeɪld ˈæθwɔːɹt ðə dˈaɪɪŋ dˈeɪ.