text_original: ONE BRANCH. A BRANCH of wild rose buds In sunny studs Of orange red, flecked by the warm, diffused, Violet flowers, Breathing a breath transfused As if with showers Of the first dew that fell When all things done were well.
text_transcription: ONE BRANCH A BRANCH OF WILD ROSE BUDS IN SUNNY STUDS OF ORANGE RED FLECKED BY THE WARM DIFFUSED VIOLET FLOWERS BREATHING A BREATH TRANSFUSED AS IF WITH SHOWERS OF THE FIRST DEW THAT FELL WHEN ALL THINGS DONE WERE WELL
phonemes: wˈʌn bɹˈæntʃ. ɐ bɹˈæntʃ ʌv wˈaɪld ɹˈoʊz bˈʌdz ɪn sˈʌni stˈʌdz ʌv ˈɔɹɪndʒ ɹˈɛd, flˈɛkt baɪ ðə wˈɔːɹm, dᵻfjˈuːzd, vˈaɪəlɪt flˈaʊɚz, bɹˈiːðɪŋ ɐ bɹˈɛθ tɹænsfjˈuːzd æz ɪf wɪð ʃˈaʊɚz ʌvðə fˈɜːst dˈuː ðæt fˈɛl wɛn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz dˈʌn wɜː wˈɛl.