text_original: Flinging rich sparkles on its own clear blaze, Wreathes with the wreathing tongues and rays, Great tiger lilies, of your deep cleft masses I It is the wonder I am laid under By the firm heaves And overtumbling edges of your liberal leaves.
text_transcription: FLINGING RICH SPARKLES ON ITS OWN CLEAR BLAZE WREATHES WITH THE WREATHING TONGUES AND RAYS GREAT TIGER LILIES OF YOUR DEEP CLEFT MASSES IT IS THE WONDER I AM LAID UNDER BY THE FIRM HEAVES AND OVER TUMBLING EDGES OF YOUR LIBERAL LEAVES
phonemes: flˈɪŋɪŋ ɹˈɪtʃ spˈɑːɹkəlz ˌɔn ɪts ˈoʊn klˈɪɹ blˈeɪz, ɹˈiːðz wɪððə ɹˈiːðɪŋ tˈʌŋz ænd ɹˈeɪz, ɡɹˈeɪt tˈaɪɡɚ lˈɪliz, ʌv jʊɹ dˈiːp klˈɛft mˈæsᵻz aɪ ɪɾ ɪz ðə wˈʌndɚɹ aɪɐm lˈeɪd ˌʌndɚ baɪ ðə fˈɜːm hˈiːvz ænd ˌoʊvɚtˈʌmblɪŋ ˈɛdʒᵻz ʌv jʊɹ lˈɪbɚɹəl lˈiːvz.