text_original: To scatter them over the land in Bhowei We knew it would r,in. fpr the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain 118 POEMS Oh NATURE. Shrunk in the wind — and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
text_transcription: TO SCATTER THEM OVER THE LAND IN SHOWERS WE KNEW IT WOULD RAIN FOR THE POPLARS SHOWED THE WHITE OF THEIR LEAVES THE AMBER GRAIN SHRUNK IN THE WIND AND THE LIGHTNING NOW IS TANGLED IN TREMULOUS SKEINS OF RAIN
phonemes: tə skˈæɾɚ ðˌɛm ˌoʊvɚ ðə lˈænd ɪn bˈaʊeɪ wiː nˈuː ɪt wʊd ˈɑːɹ,ˈɪn. ˌɛfpˌiːˈɑːɹ ðə pˈɑːplɚz ʃˈoʊd ðə wˈaɪt ʌv ðɛɹ lˈiːvz, ðɪ ˈæmbɚ ɡɹˈeɪn wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪtiːn pˈoʊᵻmz ˈoʊ nˈeɪtʃɚ. ʃɹˈʌŋk ɪnðə wˈɪnd — ænd ðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ nˈaʊ ɪz tˈæŋɡəld ɪn tɹˈɛmjʊləs skˈeɪnz ʌv ɹˈeɪn.