text_original: The green and scarlet of the Park, The undulating streets at dark, The brown smoke blown across the blue, This colored city we walk through ; — The pallid faces full of pain, The field smell of the passing wain, The laughter, longing, perfume, strife, The daily spectacle of life ; — Ah
text_transcription: THE GREEN AND SCARLET OF THE PARK THE UNDULATING STREETS AT DARK THE BROWN SMOKE BLOWN ACROSS THE BLUE THIS COLORED CITY WE WALK THROUGH THE PALLID FACES FULL OF PAIN THE FIELD SMELL OF THE PASSING WANE THE LAUGHTER LONGING PERFUME STRIFE THE DAILY SPECTACLE OF LIFE AH
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈiːn ænd skˈɑːɹlɪt ʌvðə pˈɑːɹk, ðɪ ˈʌndʒuːlˌeɪɾɪŋ stɹˈiːts æt dˈɑːɹk, ðə bɹˈaʊn smˈoʊk blˈoʊn əkɹˌɑːs ðə blˈuː, ðɪs kˈʌlɚd sˈɪɾi wiː wˈɔːk θɹˈuː ; — ðə pˈælɪd fˈeɪsᵻz fˈʊl ʌv pˈeɪn, ðə fˈiːld smˈɛl ʌvðə pˈæsɪŋ wˈeɪn, ðə lˈæftɚ, lˈɔŋɪŋ, pˈɜːfjuːm, stɹˈaɪf, ðə dˈeɪli spˈɛktəkəl ʌv lˈaɪf ; — ˈɑː