text_original: Where the violet shadows brood Under cottonwoods and beeches, Through whose leaves the restless reaches Of the river glance, I've stood, While the red bird and the thrush Set to song the morning hush.
text_transcription: WHERE THE VIOLET SHADOWS BROOD UNDER COTTONWOODS AND BEECHES THROUGH WHOSE LEAVES THE RESTLESS REACHES OF THE RIVER GLANCE I'VE STOOD WHILE THE REDBIRD AND THE THRUSH SET TO SONG THE MORNING HUSH
phonemes: wˌɛɹ ðə vˈaɪəlɪt ʃˈædoʊz bɹˈuːd ˌʌndɚ kˈɑːʔn̩wˌʊdz ænd bˈiːtʃᵻz, θɹuː hˌuːz lˈiːvz ðə ɹˈɛstləs ɹˈiːtʃᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚ ɡlˈæns, aɪv stˈʊd, wˌaɪl ðə ɹˈɛd bˈɜːd ænd ðə θɹˈʌʃ sˈɛt tə sˈɔŋ ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ hˈʌʃ.