text_original: Behind the mowers, on the amber air, A dark green beech wood rises, still and fair, A white path winding up it like a stair.
text_transcription: BEHIND THE MOWERS ON THE AMBER AIR A DARK GREEN BEECH WOOD RISES STILL AND FAIR A WHITE PATH WINDING UP IT LIKE A STAIR
phonemes: bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə mˈoʊɚz, ɔnðɪ ˈæmbɚɹ ˈɛɹ, ɐ dˈɑːɹk ɡɹˈiːn bˈiːtʃ wˈʊd ɹˈaɪzᵻz, stˈɪl ænd fˈɛɹ, ɐ wˈaɪt pˈæθ wˈaɪndɪŋ ˌʌp ɪt lˈaɪk ɐ stˈɛɹ.