text_original: A moment since, through rifts and pauses of the rain, The day shot in; the lancet window showered again Its moth like play of silver, rose, and sapphire; shone What arms of warring duchies glorious, bygone: Lombardy, Desmond, Malta, suitored Aquitaine!
text_transcription: A MOMENT SINCE THROUGH RIFTS AND PAUSES OF THE RAIN THE DAY SHOT IN THE LANCET WINDOW SHOWERED AGAIN ITS MOTH LIKE PLAY OF SILVER ROSE AND SAPPHIRE SHONE WHAT ARMS OF WARRING DUCHIES GLORIOUS BYGONE LOMBARDY DESMAN MALTA SUITORED ACQUITANE
phonemes: ɐ mˈoʊmənt sˈɪns, θɹuː ɹˈɪfts ænd pˈɔːzᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈeɪn, ðə dˈeɪ ʃˈɑːt ˈɪn; ðə lˈænsɪt wˈɪndoʊ ʃˈaʊɚd ɐɡˈɛn ɪts mˈɑːθ lˈaɪk plˈeɪ ʌv sˈɪlvɚ, ɹˈoʊz, ænd sˈæfaɪɚ; ʃˈɑːn wʌt ˈɑːɹmz ʌv wˈɔːɹɪŋ dˈʌtʃiz ɡlˈɔːɹiəs, bˈaɪɡɑːn: lˈɑːmbɚdi, dˈɛzmənd, mˈɔltə, sˈuːɾɚd ˈækwɪtˌeɪn!