text_original: The low of herds Blends with the rustling of the heavy grain Over the dark brown furrows. All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.
text_transcription: THE LOW OF HERDS BLENDS WITH THE RUSTLING OF THE HEAVY GRAIN OVER THE DARK BROWN FURROWS ALL AT ONCE A FRESHER WIND SWEEPS BY AND BREAKS MY DREAM AND I AM IN THE WILDERNESS ALONE
phonemes: ðə lˈoʊ ʌv hˈɜːdz blˈɛndz wɪððə ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ ʌvðə hˈɛvi ɡɹˈeɪn ˌoʊvɚ ðə dˈɑːɹk bɹˈaʊn fˈɜːɹoʊz. ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns ɐ fɹˈɛʃɚ wˈɪnd swˈiːps bˈaɪ, ænd bɹˈeɪks maɪ dɹˈiːm, ænd aɪɐm ɪnðə wˈɪldɚnəs ɐlˈoʊn.