text_original: Men call you "dark." Was Chaucer's speech a muddy stream, The language born of Norman sun and Saxon snow? Was Langland's verse or Wyclif's prose mere glow worm's gleam? And the tales Of Arthur's sword and of the holy Grail, And Avalon, the isle where no storms blow: From such romance did no light glance?
text_transcription: MEN CALL YOU DARK WAS CHAUCER'S SPEECH A MUDDY STREAM THE LANGUAGE BORN OF NORMAN SUN AND SAXON SNOW WAS LANGLAND'S VERSE O WICKLIFFE'S PROSE MERE GLOW WORMS GLEAM AND THE TALES OF ARTHUR'S SWORD AND OF THE HOLY GRAAL AND EVELON THE ISLE WHERE NO STORMS BLOW FROM SUCH ROMANCE DID NO LIGHT GLANCE
phonemes: mˈɛn kˈɔːl juː "dˈɑːɹk." wʌz tʃˈɔːsɚz spˈiːtʃ ɐ mˈʌdi stɹˈiːm, ðə lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ bˈɔːɹn ʌv nˈɔːɹmən sˈʌn ænd sˈæksən snˈoʊ? wʌz lˈæŋɡləndz vˈɜːs ɔːɹ wˈɪklɪfs pɹˈoʊz mˈɪɹ ɡlˈoʊ wˈɜːmz ɡlˈiːm? ænd ðə tˈeɪlz ʌv ˈɑːɹθɚz sˈɔːɹd ænd ʌvðə hˈoʊli ɡɹˈeɪl, ænd ˈævælən, ðɪ ˈaɪəl wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ stˈɔːɹmz blˈoʊ: fɹʌm sˈʌtʃ ɹoʊmˈæns dˈɪd nˈoʊ lˈaɪt ɡlˈæns?