text_original: Had I not dwelt where Nature but prattled familiar language, 195 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Homely the theme and the word, prose of the hedges and lanes ? Here she spake to my spirit in lofty and resonant numbers, Rhythms of epical mood, silences great as her song.
text_transcription: HAD I NOT DWELT WHERE NATURE BUT PRATTLED FAMILIAR LANGUAGE HOMELY THE SEEM AND THE WORD PROSE OF THE HEDGES AND LANES HERE SHE SPAKE TO MY SPIRIT IN LOFTY AND RESONANT NUMBERS RHYTHMS OF EPICAL MOOD SILENCES GREAT AS HER SONG
phonemes: hæd aɪ nˌɑːt dwˈɛlt wˌɛɹ nˈeɪtʃɚ bˌʌt pɹˈæɾəld fəmˈɪlɪɹ lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ, wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti fˈaɪv mˌɪsəlˈeɪniəs pˈoʊᵻmz hˈoʊmli ðə θˈiːm ænd ðə wˈɜːd, pɹˈoʊz ʌvðə hˈɛdʒᵻz ænd lˈeɪnz ? hˈɪɹ ʃiː spˈeɪk tə maɪ spˈɪɹɪt ɪn lˈɔfti ænd ɹˈɛzənənt nˈʌmbɚz, ɹˈɪðəmz ʌv ˈɛpɪkəl mˈuːd, sˈaɪlənsᵻz ɡɹˈeɪt æz hɜː sˈɔŋ.