text_original: The blue green beanfields yonder, tremulous With the last shower, sweeter perfume bring Through this cool evening than the odorous Flame jewelled censers the young deacons swing, When the grey priest unlocks the curtained shrine, And makes God's body from the common fruit of corn and vine.
text_transcription: THE BLUE GREEN BEAN FIELDS YONDER TREMULOUS WITH THE LAST SHOWER SWEETER PERFUME BRING THROUGH THIS COOL EVENING THAN THE ODOROUS FLAME JEWELLED CENSERS THE YOUNG DEACONS SWING WHEN THE GRAY PEAST UNLOCKS THE CURTAINED SHRINE AND MAKES GOD'S BODY FROM THE COMMON FRUIT OF CORN AND VINE
phonemes: ðə blˈuː ɡɹˈiːn bˈiːnfiːldz jˈɑːndɚ, tɹˈɛmjʊləs wɪððə lˈæst ʃˈaʊɚ, swˈiːɾɚ pˈɜːfjuːm bɹˈɪŋ θɹuː ðɪs kˈuːl ˈiːvnɪŋ ðɐn ðɪ ˈoʊdɚɹəs flˈeɪm dʒˈuːəld sˈɛnsɚz ðə jˈʌŋ dˈiːkənz swˈɪŋ, wˌɛn ðə ɡɹˈeɪ pɹˈiːst ʌnlˈɑːks ðə kˈɜːtənd ʃɹˈaɪn, ænd mˌeɪks ɡˈɑːdz bˈɑːdi fɹʌmðə kˈɑːmən fɹˈuːt ʌv kˈɔːɹn ænd vˈaɪn.