text_original: Redly gleam the rose haws, dripping with the wet, Fruit of sober autumn, glowing crimson yet; Slender swords of iris leaves cut the water clear, And light green creeps the tender grass, thick  spreading far and near.
text_transcription: REDLY GLEAM THE ROSE HORSE DRIPPING WITH THE WET FRUIT OF SOMBER AUTUMN GLOWING CRIMSON YET SLENDER SORTS OF IRIS LEAVES CUT THE WATER CLEAR AND LIGHT GREEN CREEPS THE TENDER GRASS THICK SPREADING FAR AND NEAR
phonemes: ɹˈɛdli ɡlˈiːm ðə ɹˈoʊz hˈɔːz, dɹˈɪpɪŋ wɪððə wˈɛt, fɹˈuːt ʌv sˈoʊbɚɹ ˈɔːɾʌm, ɡlˈoʊɪŋ kɹˈɪmsən jˈɛt; slˈɛndɚ sˈɔːɹdz ʌv ˈaɪɹɪs lˈiːvz kˈʌt ðə wˈɔːɾɚ klˈɪɹ, ænd lˈaɪt ɡɹˈiːn kɹˈiːps ðə tˈɛndɚ ɡɹˈæs, θˈɪk spɹˈɛdɪŋ fˈɑːɹ ænd nˈɪɹ.