text_original: Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest fields forsaken, Silent and soft and slow Descends the snow.
text_transcription: OUT OF THE BOSOM OF THE AIR OUT OF THE CLOUD FOLDS OF HER GARMENTS SHAKEN OVER THE WOODLANDS BROWN AND BARE OVER THE HARVEST FIELDS FORSAKEN SILENT AND SOFT AND SLOW DESCENDS THE SNOW
phonemes: ˌaʊɾəv ðə bˈʊzəm ʌvðɪ ˈɛɹ, ˌaʊɾəv ðə klˈaʊd fˈoʊldz ʌv hɜː ɡˈɑːɹmənts ʃˈeɪkən, ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈʊdləndz bɹˈaʊn ænd bˈɛɹ, ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɑːɹvɪst fˈiːldz fɔːɹsˈeɪkən, sˈaɪlənt ænd sˈɔft ænd slˈoʊ dᵻsˈɛndz ðə snˈoʊ.