text_original: INSPIRATION Noonday upon the Alpine meadows Pours its avalanche of Light And blazing flowers: the very shadows Translucent are and bright. It seems a glory that nought surpasses   Passion of angels in form and hue   When, lo!
text_transcription: NINETY EIGHT NOONDAY UPON THE ALPINE MEADOWS POURS ITS AVALANCHE OF LIGHT AND BLAZING FLOWERS THE VERY SHADOWS TRANSLUCENT ARE AND BRIGHT IT SEEMS A GLORY THAT NOT SURPASSES PASSION OF ANGELS IN FORM AND HUE WHEN LO
phonemes: ˌɪnspɚɹˈeɪʃən nˈuːndeɪ əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈælpaɪn mˈɛdoʊz pˈɔːɹz ɪts ˈævəlˌænʃ ʌv lˈaɪt ænd blˈeɪzɪŋ flˈaʊɚz: ðə vˈɛɹi ʃˈædoʊz tɹænslˈuːsənt ɑːɹ ænd bɹˈaɪt. ɪt sˈiːmz ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹi ðæt nˈɔːt sɚpˈæsᵻz pˈæʃən ʌv ˈeɪndʒəlz ɪn fˈɔːɹm ænd hjˈuː wˈɛn, lˈoʊ!