text_original: "All the lobes on my leaves are quivering. I know not what it is that takes possession of me at the sight of these poor strangers.
text_transcription: ALL THE LOBES ON MY LEAVES ARE QUIVERING I KNOW NOT WHAT IT IS THAT TAKES POSSESSION OF ME AT THE SIGHT OF THESE POOR STRANGERS
phonemes: "ˈɔːl ðə lˈoʊbz ˌɔn maɪ lˈiːvz ɑːɹ kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ. aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wʌt ɪɾ ɪz ðæt tˈeɪks pəzˈɛʃən ʌv mˌiː æt ðə sˈaɪt ʌv ðiːz pˈʊɹ stɹˈeɪndʒɚz.