text_original: The forests feel thee, and with a cool shiver awake; Up soars the falcon, flashing in eager joy. Meanwhile amid the wet leaves mutter the garrulous nests, And far off the gray gull screams over the purple sea.
text_transcription: THE FORESTS FEEL THEE AND WITH A COOL SHIVER AWAKE UP SOARS THE FALCON FLASHING IN EAGER JOY MEANWHILE AMID THE WET LEAVES MUTTER THE GARRULOUS NESTS AND FAR OFF THE GRAY GULL SCREAMS OVER THE PURPLE SEA
phonemes: ðə fˈɔːɹɪsts fˈiːl ðˈiː, ænd wɪð ɐ kˈuːl ʃˈɪvɚɹ ɐwˈeɪk; ˌʌp sˈɔːɹz ðə fˈælkən, flˈæʃɪŋ ɪn ˈiːɡɚ dʒˈɔɪ. mˈiːnwaɪl ɐmˈɪd ðə wˈɛt lˈiːvz mˈʌɾɚ ðə ɡˈæɹələs nˈɛsts, ænd fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɡˈʌl skɹˈiːmz ˌoʊvɚ ðə pˈɜːpəl sˈiː.