text_original: OR, LIKE THE WANDERING WIND, OVER THE MEADOWS THAT SWINGS, BRINGING WILD SWEETS TO MANKIND, KNOWING NOT THAT WHICH IT BRINGS. OH, FOR A WAY TO IMPART BEAUTY, NO MATTER HOW HARD! LIKE UNTO NATURE, WHOSE ART NEVER ONCE DREAMS OF REWARD.
text_transcription: OR LIKE THE WANDERING WIND OVER THE MEADOWS THAT SWINGS BRINGING WILD SWEETS TO MANKIND KNOWING NOT THAT WHICH IT BRINGS O FOR A WAY TO IMPART BEAUTY NO MATTER HOW HARD LIKE UNTO NATURE WHOSE ART NEVER ONCE DREAMS OF REWARD
phonemes: ɔːɹ, lˈaɪk ðə wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ wˈɪnd, ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈɛdoʊz ðæt swˈɪŋz, bɹˈɪŋɪŋ wˈaɪld swˈiːts tuː mæŋkˈaɪnd, nˈoʊɪŋ nˈɑːt ðæt wˌɪtʃ ˌaɪtˈiː bɹˈɪŋz. ˈoʊ, fɚɹə wˈeɪ tuː ɪmpˈɑːɹt bjˈuːɾi, nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ hˌaʊ hˈɑːɹd! lˈaɪk ˌʌntʊ nˈeɪtʃɚ, hˌuːz ˈɑːɹt nˈɛvɚ wˈʌns dɹˈiːmz ʌv ɹᵻwˈɔːɹd.