text_original: It seems a glory that nought surpasses   Passion of angels in form and hue   When, lo! from the jewelled heaven of the grasses Leaps a lightning of sudden blue.
text_transcription: IT SEEMS A GLORY THAT NOT SURPASSES PASSION OF ANGELS IN FORM AND HUE WHEN LO FROM THE JEWELLED HEAVEN OF THE GRASSES LEAPS A LIGHTNING OF SUDDEN BLUE
phonemes: ɪt sˈiːmz ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi ðæt nˈɔːt sɚpˈæsᵻz pˈæʃən ʌv ˈeɪndʒəlz ɪn fˈɔːɹm ænd hjˈuː wˈɛn, lˈoʊ! fɹʌmðə dʒˈuːəld hˈɛvən ʌvðə ɡɹˈæsᵻz lˈiːps ɐ lˈaɪtnɪŋ ʌv sˈʌdən blˈuː.