text_original: I bound a larch twig round with flowers, Which thou didst twine among thy hair, And gladsome were the few, short hours When I was with thee there; So now that thou art far away, Safe nestled in thy warmer clime, In memory of a happier day I twine this simple wreath of rhyme.
text_transcription: I BOUND A LARGE TWIG ROUND WITH FLOWERS WHICH THOU DIDST TWINE AMONG THY HAIR AND GLADSOME WERE THE FEW SHORT HOURS WHEN I WAS WITH THEE THERE SO NOW THAT THOU ART FAR AWAY SAVE NESTLED IN THY WARM CLIMB IN MEMORY OF A HAPPIER DAY I TWINE THE SIMPLE WREATH OF RHYME
phonemes: aɪ bˈaʊnd ɐ lˈɑːɹtʃ twˈɪɡ ɹˈaʊnd wɪð flˈaʊɚz, wˌɪtʃ ðˈaʊ dˈɪdst twˈaɪn ɐmˌʌŋ ðˌaɪ hˈɛɹ, ænd ɡlˈædsʌm wɜː ðə fjˈuː, ʃˈɔːɹt ˈaʊɚz wɛn aɪ wʌz wɪð ðiː ðˈɛɹ; sˌoʊ nˈaʊ ðæt ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, sˈeɪf nˈɛsəld ɪn ðˌaɪ wˈɔːɹmɚ klˈaɪm, ɪn mˈɛmɚɹi əvə hˈæpɪɚ dˈeɪ aɪ twˈaɪn ðɪs sˈɪmpəl ɹˈiːθ ʌv ɹˈaɪm.