text_original: First to delight in thee, down in the laborious plain, Are the streams which glisten amid the rustling poplars. Daringly the sorrel colt breaks away from his feeding, Runs to the brooks with high lifted mane, neighing in the wind.
text_transcription: FIRST TO DELIGHT IN THEE DOWN IN THE LABORIOUS PLAIN ARE THE STREAMS WHICH GLISTEN AMID THE RUSTLING POPLARS DARINGLY THE SORREL COLD BREAKS AWAY FROM HIS FEEDING RUNS TO THE BROOKS WITH HIGH LIFTED MANE NEIGHING IN THE WIND
phonemes: fˈɜːst tə dᵻlˈaɪt ɪn ðˈiː, dˌaʊn ɪnðə lɐbˈɔːɹiəs plˈeɪn, ɑːɹ ðə stɹˈiːmz wˌɪtʃ ɡlˈɪsən ɐmˈɪd ðə ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ pˈɑːplɚz. dˈɛɹɪŋli ðə sˈɔɹəl kˈoʊlt bɹˈeɪks ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm hɪz fˈiːdɪŋ, ɹˈʌnz tə ðə bɹˈʊks wɪð hˈaɪ lˈɪftᵻd mˈeɪn, nˈeɪɪŋ ɪnðə wˈɪnd.