text_original: All astir Were the gay, courtier butterflies ; the trees Flung forth their fluttering banners to the breeze ; The soft airs fanned her ; and, in russet dressed, Her happy servitors around her pressed, Bearing strange sweets, and curious flagons filled With life's new wine, that all her pulses thrilled.
text_transcription: ALL ASTIR WERE THE GAY COURTIER BUTTERFLIES THE TREES FLUNG FORTH THEIR FLUTTERING BANNERS TO THE BREEZE THE SOFT AIRS FANNED HER AND IN RUSSET DREST HER HAPPY SERVITORS AROUND HER PREST BEARING STRANGE SWEETS AND CURIOUS FLAGONS FILLED WITH LIFE'S NEW WINE THAT ALL HER PULSES THRILLE
phonemes: ˈɔːl ɐstˈɜː wɜː ðə ɡˈeɪ, kˈɔːɹɾiɚ bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪz ; ðə tɹˈiːz flˈʌŋ fˈɔːɹθ ðɛɹ flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ bˈænɚz tə ðə bɹˈiːz ; ðə sˈɔft ˈɛɹz fˈænd hɜː ; ænd, ɪn ɹˈʌsɛt dɹˈɛst, hɜː hˈæpi sˈɜːvɪɾɚz ɚɹˈaʊnd hɜː pɹˈɛst, bˈɛɹɪŋ stɹˈeɪndʒ swˈiːts, ænd kjˈʊɹɹiəs flˈæɡənz fˈɪld wɪð lˈaɪfz nˈuː wˈaɪn, ðæt ˈɔːl hɜː pˈʌlsᵻz θɹˈɪld.