text_original: Backward to spring our fancies flew, And, careless of the course of time, The bloomy days began anew. Then, as a happy dream comes true, Or, as a poet finds his rhyme — Half wondered at, half unbelieved — I found thee, friendliest of the flowers. TREES: FLOWERS: PLANTS. 255 Then Summer's joys came back, green leaved, And its doomed dead, awhile reprieved.
text_transcription: BACKWARD TO SPRING OUR FANCIES FLEW AND CARELESS OF THE COURSE OF TIME THE BLOOMY DAYS BEGAN ANEW THEN AS A HAPPY DREAM COMES TRUE OR AS A POET FINDS HIS RHYME HALF WONDERED AT HALF UNBELIEVED I FOUND THEE FRIENDLIEST OF THE FLOWERS THEN SUMMER'S JOYS CAME BACK GREEN LEAVED AND ITS DOOMED DEAD AWHILE REPRIEVED
phonemes: bˈækwɚd tə spɹˈɪŋ ˌaʊɚ fˈænsiz flˈuː, ænd, kˈɛɹləs ʌvðə kˈɔːɹs ʌv tˈaɪm, ðə blˈuːmi dˈeɪz bɪɡˈæn ɐnˈuː. ðˈɛn, æz ɐ hˈæpi dɹˈiːm kˈʌmz tɹˈuː, ɔːɹ, æz ɐ pˈoʊɪt fˈaɪndz hɪz ɹˈaɪm — hˈæf wˈʌndɚd æt, hˈæf ʌnbᵻlˈiːvd — aɪ fˈaʊnd ðˈiː, fɹˈɛndliɪst ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz. tɹˈiːz: flˈaʊɚz: plˈænts. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈaɪv ðˈɛn sˈʌmɚz dʒˈɔɪz kˈeɪm bˈæk, ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvd, ænd ɪts dˈuːmd dˈɛd, ɐwˈaɪl ɹᵻpɹˈiːvd.