text_original: The turtle now has ceased to call Upon her crimson footed groom, The grey wolf prowls about the stall, The lily's singing seneschal Sleeps in the lily bell, and all The violet hills are lost in gloom.
text_transcription: THE TURTLE NOW HAS CEASED TO CALL UPON HER CRIMSON FOOTED GROOM THE GRAY WOLF PROWLS ABOUT THE STALL THE LILY'S SINGING SENESCHAL SLEEPS IN THE LILY BELL AND ALL THE VIOLET HILLS ARE LOST IN GLOOM
phonemes: ðə tˈɜːɾəl nˈaʊ hɐz sˈiːst tə kˈɔːl əpˌɑːn hɜː kɹˈɪmsən fˈʊɾᵻd ɡɹˈuːm, ðə ɡɹˈeɪ wˈʊlf pɹˈaʊlz ɐbˌaʊt ðə stˈɔːl, ðə lˈɪliz sˈɪŋɪŋ sˈɛnɛʃəl slˈiːps ɪnðə lˈɪli bˈɛl, ænd ˈɔːl ðə vˈaɪəlɪt hˈɪlz ɑːɹ lˈɔst ɪn ɡlˈuːm.