text_original: Those violet gleaming butterflies that take Yon creamy lily for their pavilion Are monsignores, and where the rushes shake A lazy pike lies basking in the sun, His eyes half shut,—he is some mitred old Bishop in _partibus_!
text_transcription: THOSE VIOLET GLEAMING BUTTERFLIES THAT TAKE YON CREAMY LILY FOR THEIR PAVILION ARE MONSIGNEURS AND WHERE THE RUSHES SHAKE A LAZY PIKE LIES BASKING IN THE SUN HIS EYES HALF SHUT HE IS SOME MIGHTRED OLD BISHOP IN PARTIBUS
phonemes: ðoʊz vˈaɪəlɪt ɡlˈiːmɪŋ bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪz ðæt tˈeɪk jˈɑːn kɹˈiːmi lˈɪli fɔːɹ ðɛɹ pɐvˈɪliən ɑːɹ mˈɔnsɪnjˌɔːɹz, ænd wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈʌʃᵻz ʃˈeɪk ɐ lˈeɪzi pˈaɪk lˈaɪz bˈæskɪŋ ɪnðə sˈʌn, hɪz ˈaɪz hˈæf ʃˈʌt,—hiː ɪz sˌʌm mˈɪtɹɪd ˈoʊld bˈɪʃəp ɪn pˈɑːɹɾɪbəs!