text_original: She smiled, she woke ! Then rang from far and near Her minstrels' voices, jubilant and clear ; While in a trice, with eager, noiseless feet, All the young maiden grasses, fair and fleet, Ran over hill and dale, to bring to her Green robes with wild flowers 'broidered.
text_transcription: SHE SMILED SHE WOKE THEN RANG FROM FAR AND NEAR HER MINSTREL'S VOICES JUBILANT AND CLEAR WHILE IN A TRICE WITH EAGER NOISELESS FEET ALL THE YOUNG MAIDEN GRASSES FAIR AND FLEET RAN OVER HILL AND DALE TO BRING TO HER GREEN ROBES WITH WILD FLOWERS BROIDERED
phonemes: ʃiː smˈaɪld, ʃiː wˈoʊk ! ðˈɛn ɹˈæŋ fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ ænd nˌɪɹ hɜː mˈɪnstɹəlz vˈɔɪsᵻz, dʒˈuːbɪlənt ænd klˈɪɹ ; wˌaɪl ɪn ɐ tɹˈaɪs, wɪð ˈiːɡɚ, nˈɔɪzləs fˈiːt, ˈɔːl ðə jˈʌŋ mˈeɪdən ɡɹˈæsᵻz, fˈɛɹ ænd flˈiːt, ɹˈæn ˌoʊvɚ hˈɪl ænd dˈeɪl, tə bɹˈɪŋ tə hɜː ɡɹˈiːn ɹˈoʊbz wɪð wˈaɪld flˈaʊɚz bɹˈɔɪdɚd.