text_original: Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, — O, no! it was something more exquisite still.
text_transcription: YET IT WAS NOT THAT NATURE HAD SHED OVER THE SCENE HER PUREST OF CRYSTAL AND BRIGHTEST OF GREEN TWAS NOT THE SOFT MAGIC OF STREAMLET OR HILL OH NO IT WAS SOMETHING MORE EXQUISITE STILL
phonemes: jˈɛt ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ðæt nˈeɪtʃɚ hæd ʃˈɛd ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈiːn hɜː pjˈʊɹɹɪst ʌv kɹˈɪstəl ænd bɹˈaɪɾɪst ʌv ɡɹˈiːn; tˈiː wʌz nˌɑːt ðə sˈɔft mˈædʒɪk ʌv stɹˈiːmlɪt ɔːɹ hˈɪl, — ˈoʊ, nˈoʊ! ɪt wʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ɛkskwˈɪsɪt stˈɪl.