text_original: for through the long and common night, Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer's child, Dear heritor of Spenser's tuneful reed, With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled The weary soul of man in troublous need, And from the far and flowerless fields of ice Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.
text_transcription: FOR THROUGH THE LONG AND COMMON NIGHT MORRIS OUR SWEET AND SIMPLE CHAUCER'S CHILD DEAR HERETOR OF SPENCER'S TUNEFUL REED WITH SOFT AND SYLVAN PIPE HAS OFT BEGUILED THE WEARY SOUL OF MAN IN TROUBLOUS NEED AND FROM THE FAR AND FLOWERLESS FIELDS OF ICE HAS BROUGHT FAIR FLOWERS TO MAKE AN EARTHLY PARADISE
phonemes: fɔːɹ θɹuː ðə lˈɔŋ ænd kˈɑːmən nˈaɪt, mˈɔːɹɪs, ˌaʊɚ swˈiːt ænd sˈɪmpəl tʃˈɔːsɚz tʃˈaɪld, dˈɪɹ hˈɛɹɪɾɚɹ ʌv spˈɛnsɚz tˈuːnfəl ɹˈiːd, wɪð sˈɔft ænd sˈɪlvən pˈaɪp hɐz ˈɔft bᵻɡˈaɪld ðə wˈɪɹi sˈoʊl ʌv mˈæn ɪn tɹˈʌbləs nˈiːd, ænd fɹʌmðə fˈɑːɹ ænd flˈaʊɚləs fˈiːldz ʌv ˈaɪs hɐz bɹˈɔːt fˈɛɹ flˈaʊɚz tə mˌeɪk ɐn ˈɜːθli pˈæɹədˌaɪs.