text_original: There grows the Tree whose summer breath Perfumes with joy the azure air; And he who feels it fears not Death, Nor longer heeds the hounds of Care.
text_transcription: THERE GROWS THE TREE WHOSE SUMMER BREATH PERFUMES WITH JOY THE AZURE AIR AND HE WHO FEELS IT FEARS NOT DEATH NOR LONGER HEEDS THE HOUNDS OF CARE
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɡɹˈoʊz ðə tɹˈiː hˌuːz sˈʌmɚ bɹˈɛθ pˈɜːfjuːmz wɪð dʒˈɔɪ ðɪ ˈæʒɚɹ ˈɛɹ; ænd hiː hˌuː fˈiːlz ɪt fˈɪɹz nˌɑːt dˈɛθ, nˈɔːɹ lˈɔŋɡɚ hˈiːdz ðə hˈaʊndz ʌv kˈɛɹ.