text_original: Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flame like flowers, And pass the prairie hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not  ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific  have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?
text_transcription: BREEZES OF THE SOUTH WHO TOSS THE GOLDEN AND THE FLAME LIKE FLOWERS AND PAST THE PRAIRIE HAWK THAT POISED ON HIGH FLAPS HIS BROAD WINGS YET MOVES NOT YE HAVE PLAYED AMONG THE PALMS OF MEXICO AND VINES OF TEXAS AND HAVE CRISPED THE LIMPID BROOKS THAT FROM THE FOUNTAINS OF SONORA GLIDE INTO THE CALM PACIFIC HAVE YE FENT A NOBLER OR A LOVELIER SCENE THAN THIS
phonemes: bɹˈiːzᵻz ʌvðə sˈaʊθ! hˌuː tˈɔs ðə ɡˈoʊldən ænd ðə flˈeɪm lˈaɪk flˈaʊɚz, ænd pˈæs ðə pɹˈɛɹi hˈɔːk ðˈæt, pˈɔɪzd ˌɔn hˈaɪ, flˈæps hɪz bɹˈɔːd wˈɪŋz, jˈɛt mˈuːvz nˌɑːt jiː hæv plˈeɪd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə pˈɑːmz ʌv mˈɛksɪkˌoʊ ænd vˈaɪnz ʌv tˈɛksəs, ænd hæv kɹˈɪspt ðə lˈɪmpɪd bɹˈʊks ðæt fɹʌmðə fˈaʊntɪnz ʌv sˈɑːnɔːɹə ɡlˈaɪd ˌɪntʊ ðə kˈɑːm pɐsˈɪfɪk hæv jiː fˈænd ɐ nˈoʊblɚ ɔːɹ ɐ lˈʌvliɚ sˈiːn ðɐn ðˈɪs?