text_original: Summoning from the innumerable boughs, The strange deep harmonies that haunt his breast. Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And where the overshadowing branches sweep tne grass.
text_transcription: SUMMONING FROM THE INNUMERABLE BOUGHS THE STRANGE DEEP HARMONIES THAT HAUNT HIS BREAST PLEASANT SHALL BE THY WAY WHERE MEEKLY BOWS THE SHUTTING FLOWER AND DARKLING WATERS PASS AND WHERE THE OVERSHADOWING BRANCHES SWEEP THE GRASS
phonemes: sˈʌmənɪŋ fɹʌmðɪ ɪnˈuːmɚɹəbəl bˈaʊz, ðə stɹˈeɪndʒ dˈiːp hˈɑːɹməniz ðæt hˈɔːnt hɪz bɹˈɛst. plˈɛzənt ʃˌæl biː ðˌaɪ wˈeɪ wˌɛɹ mˈiːkli bˈoʊz ðə ʃˈʌɾɪŋ flˈaʊɚ, ænd dˈɑːɹklɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz pˈæs, ænd wˌɛɹ ðɪ ˌoʊvɚʃˈædoʊɪŋ bɹˈæntʃᵻz swˈiːp tˌiːˌɛnˈiː ɡɹˈæs.