text_original: As Saint BeuVe happily says, she was not a poet, and it is only poets who, like birds of passage, feel a coming change of season.
text_transcription: AS SAINT BOUVE HAPPILY SAYS SHE WAS NOT A POET AND IT IS ONLY POETS WHO LIKE BIRDS OF PASSAGE FEEL A COMING CHANGE OF SEASON
phonemes: æz sˈeɪnt bjˈuː vˈiː hˈæpɪli sˈɛz, ʃiː wʌz nˌɑːɾə pˈoʊɪt, ænd ɪɾ ɪz ˈoʊnli pˈoʊɪts hˈuː, lˈaɪk bˈɜːdz ʌv pˈæsɪdʒ, fˈiːl ɐ kˈʌmɪŋ tʃˈeɪndʒ ʌv sˈiːzən.