text_original: " Know'st thou the land where citron apples bloom, And oranges like gold in leafy gloom, A gentle wind from deep blue heaven blows, The myrtle thick, and high the laurel grows
text_transcription: KNOWEST THOU THE LAND WHERE CYTRON APPLES BLOOM AND ORANGES LIKE GOLD IN LEAFY GLOOM A GENTLE WIND FROM DEEP BLUE HEAVEN BLOWS THE MYRTLE THICK AND HIGH THE LAURA GROWS
phonemes: " nˈoʊst ðˈaʊ ðə lˈænd wˌɛɹ sˈɪtɹɑːn ˈæpəlz blˈuːm, ænd ˈɔɹɪndʒᵻz lˈaɪk ɡˈoʊld ɪn lˈiːfi ɡlˈuːm, ɐ dʒˈɛntəl wˈɪnd fɹʌm dˈiːp blˈuː hˈɛvən blˈoʊz, ðə mˈɜːɾəl θˈɪk, ænd hˈaɪ ðə lˈɔːɹəl ɡɹˈoʊz