text_original: There,  when woodland hills encroach On the shadowy winding waters, And the bluets, April's daughters, At the darling Spring's approach, Star their myriads through the trees,   All the land is one with peace.
text_transcription: THERE WHEN WOODLAND HILLS ENCROACH ON THE SHADOWY WINDING WATERS AND THE BLUETS APRIL'S DAUGHTERS AT THE DARLING SPRING'S APPROACH STAR THEIR MYRIADS THROUGH THE TREES ALL THE LAND IS WON WITH PEACE
phonemes: ðˈɛɹ,  wˌɛn wˈʊdlənd hˈɪlz ɛŋkɹˈoʊtʃ ɔnðə ʃˈædoʊi wˈaɪndɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz, ænd ðə blˈuːts, ˈeɪpɹəlz dˈɔːɾɚz, æt ðə dˈɑːɹlɪŋ spɹˈɪŋz ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ, stˈɑːɹ ðɛɹ mˈɪɹɪˌædz θɹuː ðə tɹˈiːz,   ˈɔːl ðə lˈænd ɪz wˈʌn wɪð pˈiːs.