text_original: This morn I saw a dancing host Of poppies in a garden way, And straight my heart was mirth possessed And I was glad as they.
text_transcription: THIS MORN I SAW A DANCING HOST OF POPPIES IN A GARDEN WAY AND STRAIGHT MY HEART WAS MIRTH POSSESSED AND I WAS GLAD AS THEY
phonemes: ðɪs mˈɔːɹn aɪ sˈɔː ɐ dˈænsɪŋ hˈoʊst ʌv pˈɑːpɪz ɪn ɐ ɡˈɑːɹdən wˈeɪ, ænd stɹˈeɪt maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz mˈɜːθ pəzˈɛst ænd aɪ wʌz ɡlˈæd æz ðeɪ.