text_original: In the long, bright summer, dear to bird and bee, When the woods are standing in liveries green and gay, Merry little voices sound from every tree, And they whisper secrets all the day.
text_transcription: IN THE LONG BRIGHT SUMMER DEAR TO BIRD AND BEE WHEN THE WOODS ARE STANDING IN LIVERIES GREEN AND GAY MERRY LITTLE VOICES SOUND FROM EVERY TREE AND THEY WHISPER SECRETS ALL THE DAY
phonemes: ɪnðə lˈɔŋ, bɹˈaɪt sˈʌmɚ, dˈɪɹ tə bˈɜːd ænd bˈiː, wˌɛn ðə wˈʊdz ɑːɹ stˈændɪŋ ɪn lˈɪvɚɹiz ɡɹˈiːn ænd ɡˈeɪ, mˈɛɹi lˈɪɾəl vˈɔɪsᵻz sˈaʊnd fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi tɹˈiː, ænd ðeɪ wˈɪspɚ sˈiːkɹᵻts ˈɔːl ðə dˈeɪ.