text_original: She wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower. She feels the ferment of the hour: She broodeth when the ringdove broods; The sun and flying clouds have power Upon her cheek and changing moods.
text_transcription: SHE WANDERS IN THE APRIL WOODS THAT GLISTEN WITH THE FALLEN SHOWER SHE LEANS HER FACE AGAINST THE BUDS SHE STOPS SHE STOOPS SHE PLUCKS A FLOWER SHE FEELS THE FERMENT OF THE HOUR SHE BROODETH WHEN THE RING DOTH BROODS THE SUN AND FLYING CLOUDS HAVE POWER UPON HER CHEEK AND CHANGING MOODS
phonemes: ʃiː wˈɔndɚz ɪnðɪ ˈeɪpɹəl wˈʊdz, ðæt ɡlˈɪsən wɪððə fˈɔːlən ʃˈaʊɚ; ʃiː lˈiːnz hɜː fˈeɪs ɐɡˈɛnst ðə bˈʌdz, ʃiː stˈɑːps, ʃiː stˈuːps, ʃiː plˈʌks ɐ flˈaʊɚ. ʃiː fˈiːlz ðə fɜːmˈɛnt ʌvðɪ ˈaʊɚ: ʃiː bɹˈuːdəθ wɛn ðə ɹˈɪŋdʌv bɹˈuːdz; ðə sˈʌn ænd flˈaɪɪŋ klˈaʊdz hæv pˈaʊɚɹ əpˌɑːn hɜː tʃˈiːk ænd tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ mˈuːdz.