text_original: "Ah, happy valley stream!" I Baid, "Calm glides thy wave amid the floweri, Whose fragrance round thy path is shed Through all the joyous summer houi ,V 13 108 194 POEMS OF NATURE. " O, could my years, like thine, be passed In some remote and silent glen, Where I could dwell and sleep at last, Far from the bustling haunts of men!" But what new echoes greet my ear?
text_transcription: AH HAPPY VALLEY STREAM I SAID CALM GLIDES THY WAVE AMID THE FLOWERS WHOSE FRAGRANCE ROUND THY PATH IS SHED THROUGH ALL THE JOYOUS SUMMER HOURS OH COULD MY YEARS LIKE THINE BE PASSED IN SOME REMOTE AND SILENT GLEN WHERE I COULD DWELL AND SLEEP AT LAST FAR FROM THE BUSTLING HAUNTS OF MAN BUT WHAT NEW ECHOES GREET MY EAR
phonemes: "ˈɑː, hˈæpi vˈæli stɹˈiːm!" aɪ bˈeɪd, "kˈɑːm ɡlˈaɪdz ðˌaɪ wˈeɪv ɐmˈɪd ðə flˈaʊɚɹi, hˌuːz fɹˈeɪɡɹəns ɹˈaʊnd ðˌaɪ pˈæθ ɪz ʃˈɛd θɹuː ˈɔːl ðə dʒˈɔɪəs sˈʌmɚ hˈuːi ,vˈiː θˈɜːtiːn wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti fˈɔːɹ pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. " ˈoʊ, kʊd maɪ jˈɪɹz, lˈaɪk ðˈaɪn, biː pˈæst ɪn sˌʌm ɹᵻmˈoʊt ænd sˈaɪlənt ɡlˈɛn, wˌɛɹ aɪ kʊd dwˈɛl ænd slˈiːp æt lˈæst, fˈɑːɹ fɹʌmðə bˈʌsəlɪŋ hˈɔːnts ʌv mˈɛn!" bˌʌt wʌt nˈuː ˈɛkoʊz ɡɹˈiːt maɪ ˈɪɹ?