text_original: THERE is a month between the swath and sheaf When grass is gone And com still grassy, When limes are massy With hanging leaf And pollen coloured blooms whereon Bees are voices we can hear, So hugely dumb This silent month of the attaining year.
text_transcription: THERE IS A MONTH BETWEEN THE SWATH AND SHEAF WHEN GRASS IS GONE AND CORN STILL GRASSY WHEN LIMES ARE MASSY WITH HANGING LEAF AND POLLEN COLOURED BLOOMS WHEREON BEES ARE VOICES WE CAN HEAR SO HUGELY DUMB THIS SILENT MONTH OF THE ATTAINING YEAR
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ mˈʌnθ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə swˈɑːθ ænd ʃˈiːf wɛn ɡɹˈæs ɪz ɡɔn ænd kˈɑːm stˈɪl ɡɹˈæsi, wˌɛn lˈaɪmz ɑːɹ mˈæsi wɪð hˈæŋɪŋ lˈiːf ænd pˈɑːlən kˈʌlɚd blˈuːmz wˈɛɹɑːn bˈiːz ɑːɹ vˈɔɪsᵻz wiː kæn hˈɪɹ, sˌoʊ hjˈuːdʒli dˈʌm ðɪs sˈaɪlənt mˈʌnθ ʌvðɪ ɐtˈeɪnɪŋ jˈɪɹ.