text_original: The baby Summer lies asleep and dreaming   Dreaming and blooming like a guarded rose; And March, a kindly nurse, though rude of seeming, Is watching by the cradle hung with snows. Her blowing winds but keep the rockers swinging, And deepen slumber in the shut blue eyes, And the shrill cadences of her high singing Are to the babe but wonted lullabies.
text_transcription: THE BABY SUMMER LIES ASLEEP AND DREAMING DREAMING AND BLOOMING LIKE A GUARDED ROSE AND MARCH A KINDLY NURSE THOUGH ROUGH OF SEEMING IS WATCHING BY THE CRADLE HUNG WITH SNOWS HER BLOWING WINDS BUT KEEP THE ROCKERS SWINGING AND DEEPEN SLUMBER IN THE SHUT BLUE EYES AND THE SHRILL CADDENSUS OF HER HIGH SINGING ARE TO THE BABE BUT WONTED LULLAPPIES
phonemes: ðə bˈeɪbi sˈʌmɚ lˈaɪz ɐslˈiːp ænd dɹˈiːmɪŋ dɹˈiːmɪŋ ænd blˈuːmɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈɑːɹdᵻd ɹˈoʊz; ænd mˈɑːɹtʃ, ɐ kˈaɪndli nˈɜːs, ðˌoʊ ɹˈuːd ʌv sˈiːmɪŋ, ɪz wˈɑːtʃɪŋ baɪ ðə kɹˈeɪdəl hˈʌŋ wɪð snˈoʊz. hɜː blˈoʊɪŋ wˈɪndz bˌʌt kˈiːp ðə ɹˈɑːkɚz swˈɪŋɪŋ, ænd dˈiːpən slˈʌmbɚɹ ɪnðə ʃˈʌt blˈuː ˈaɪz, ænd ðə ʃɹˈɪl kˈeɪdənsᵻz ʌv hɜː hˈaɪ sˈɪŋɪŋ ɑːɹ tə ðə bˈeɪb bˌʌt wˈɔntᵻd lˈʌləbˌaɪz.