South winds jostle themR. PereraSouth winds jostle them,Bumblebees come,Hover, hesitate,Drink, and are gone.Butterflies pauseOn their passage Cashmere;I, softly plucking,Present them here!
← LibraryR. Perera · songSouth winds jostle themSong 1 of 3lyrics: Emily DickinsonAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongSouth winds jostle themlyrics: Emily DickinsonSouthsˈaʊθwindswɪndzjostledʒˈɒsəlthemðˈɛm,Bumblebeesbˈʌmbəlbˌiːzcomekˈʌm,Hoverhˈɒvɐ,hesitatehˈɛsɪtˌeɪt,Drinkdɹˈɪŋk,andˈændareə(ɹ)goneɡˈɒn.ButterfliesbˈʌtəflˌaɪzpausepˈɔːzOnˈɒntheirðˈeəpassagepˈæsɪdʒCashmerekˈæʃmiə;Iˈaɪ,softlysˈɒftlipluckingplˈʌkɪŋ,Presentˈpɹɛzəntthemðˈɛmherehˈiə!