text_original: At that hour the clear voiced nymphs are with him and move with nimble feet, singing by some spring of dark water, while Echo wails about the mountain top, and the god on this side or on that of the choirs, or at times sidling into the midst, plies it nimbly with his feet.
text_transcription: AT THAT HOUR THE CLEAR VOICED LYMPHS ARE WITH HIM AND MOVE WITH NIMBLE FEET SINGING BY SOME SPRING OF DARK WATER WHILE ECHO WAILS ABOUT THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND THE GOD ON THIS SIDE OR ON THAT OF THE CHOIRS OR AT TIMES SIDLING INTO THE MIDST PLIES IT NIMBLY WITH HIS FEET
phonemes: æt ðæt ˈaʊɚ ðə klˈɪɹ vˈɔɪst nˈɪmfz ɑːɹ wɪð hˌɪm ænd mˈuːv wɪð nˈɪmbəl fˈiːt, sˈɪŋɪŋ baɪ sˌʌm spɹˈɪŋ ʌv dˈɑːɹk wˈɔːɾɚ, wˌaɪl ˈɛkoʊ wˈeɪlz ɐbˌaʊt ðə mˈaʊntɪn tˈɑːp, ænd ðə ɡˈɑːd ˌɔn ðɪs sˈaɪd ɔːɹ ˌɔn ðæt ʌvðə kwˈaɪɚz, ɔːɹ æt tˈaɪmz sˈaɪdlɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈɪdst, plˈaɪz ɪt nˈɪmbli wɪð hɪz fˈiːt.