text_original: And sinks on the hill top, 'mid brn< ken l< green ; And thick o'er his brow are th< i fresh cluster* piled. 266 POEMS OF NATURE. And they cover his form as a mother her child. And the Saxon is baffled. They never discern Where it shelters and saves him, the Irish hilJ fern.
text_transcription: AND SINKS ON THE HILL TOP MID BRACKEN LEAVES GREEN AND THICK OVER HIS BROW ARE THE FRESH CLUSTERS PILED AND THEY COVER HIS FORM AS A MOTHER HER CHILD AND THE SAXON IS BAFFLED THEY NEVER DISCERN WHERE IT SHELTERS AND SAVES HIM THE IRISH HILL FERN
phonemes: ænd sˈɪŋks ɔnðə hˈɪl tˈɑːp, mˈɪd bˌiːˌɑːɹɹˈɛn kˈɛn ˈɛl ɡɹˈiːn ; ænd θˈɪk ˈɔːɹ hɪz bɹˈaʊ ɑːɹ tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ˈaɪ fɹˈɛʃ klˈʌstɚɹ ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk pˈaɪld. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti sˈɪks pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. ænd ðeɪ kˈʌvɚ hɪz fˈɔːɹm æz ɐ mˈʌðɚ hɜː tʃˈaɪld. ænd ðə sˈæksən ɪz bˈæfəld. ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ dɪsˈɜːn wˌɛɹ ɪt ʃˈɛltɚz ænd sˈeɪvz hˌɪm, ðɪ ˈaɪɹɪʃ hˈɪl dʒˈeɪ fˈɜːn.