text_original: Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps, From cliffs where the wood flower clings; All summer he moistens his verdant steeps With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs; And he shakes the woods on the mountain side, When they drip with the rains of autumn tide.
text_transcription: MIDST GREENS AND SHADES THE CATTLE SKILL LEAPS FROM CLIFFS WHERE THE WOOD FLOWER CLINGS ALL SUMMER HE MOISTENS HIS VERDANT STEEPS WITH THE SWEET BLITHE SPRAY OF THE MOUNTAIN SPRINGS AND HE SHAKES THE WOODS ON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE WHEN THEY DRIP WITH THE RAINS OF AUTUMN TIDE
phonemes: mˈɪdst ɡɹˈiːnz ænd ʃˈeɪdz ðə kˈæɾɚskˌɪl lˈiːps, fɹʌm klˈɪfs wˌɛɹ ðə wˈʊd flˈaʊɚ klˈɪŋz; ˈɔːl sˈʌmɚ hiː mˈɔɪsənz hɪz vˈɜːdənt stˈiːps wɪððə swˈiːt lˈaɪt spɹˈeɪ ʌvðə mˈaʊntɪn spɹˈɪŋz; ænd hiː ʃˈeɪks ðə wˈʊdz ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪn sˈaɪd, wˌɛn ðeɪ dɹˈɪp wɪððə ɹˈeɪnz ʌv ˈɔːɾʌm tˈaɪd.