text_original: She doth not wait for June; Before the world is green Her sturdy little countenance Against the wind is seen, Contending with the grass, Near kinsman to herself, For privilege of sod and sun, Sweet litigants for life.
text_transcription: SHE DOTH NOT WAIT FOR JUNE BEFORE THE WORLD IS GREEN HER STURDY LITTLE COUNTENANCE AGAINST THE WIND IS SEEN CONTENDING WITH THE GRASS NEAR KINSMAN TO HERSELF FOR PRIVILEGE OF SOD AND SUN SWEET LITIGUANTS FOR LIFE
phonemes: ʃiː dʌθ nˌɑːt wˈeɪt fɔːɹ dʒˈuːn; bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə wˈɜːld ɪz ɡɹˈiːn hɜː stˈɜːdi lˈɪɾəl kˈaʊntənəns ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɪnd ɪz sˈiːn, kəntˈɛndɪŋ wɪððə ɡɹˈæs, nˌɪɹ kˈɪnzmən tə hɜːsˈɛlf, fɔːɹ pɹˈɪvᵻlɪdʒ ʌv sˈɑːd ænd sˈʌn, swˈiːt lˈɪɾɪɡənts fɔːɹ lˈaɪf.