text_original: Every green leaf thrills to its tender heart, In the mild summer radiance of his eye; No fear of storm, or cold, or bitter frost, Shadows the flowerets when their sun is nigh.
text_transcription: EVERY GREEN LEAF THRILLS TO ITS TENDER HEART IN THE MILD SUMMER RADIANCE OF HIS EYE NO FEAR OF STORM OR COLD OR BITTER FROST SHADOWS THE FLOWERS WHEN THEIR SUN IS NIGH
phonemes: ˈɛvɹi ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːf θɹˈɪlz tʊ ɪts tˈɛndɚ hˈɑːɹt, ɪnðə mˈaɪld sˈʌmɚ ɹˈeɪdiəns ʌv hɪz ˈaɪ; nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ ʌv stˈɔːɹm, ɔːɹ kˈoʊld, ɔːɹ bˈɪɾɚ fɹˈɔst, ʃˈædoʊz ðə flˈaʊɚɹəts wɛn ðɛɹ sˈʌn ɪz nˈaɪ.