text_original: One walks with a firm, youthful step, his body erect and his head well up ; the point of his sword hangs below the hem of his cloak, and in spite of the darkness, we see the plume in his cap waving in the breeze.
text_transcription: ONE WALKS WITH A FIRM YOUTHFUL STEP HIS BODY ERECT AND HIS HEAD WELL UP THE POINT OF HIS SWORD HANGS BELOW THE HEM OF HIS CLOAK AND IN SPITE OF THE DARKNESS WE SEE THE PLUME IN HIS CAP WAVING IN THE BREEZE
phonemes: wˈʌn wˈɔːks wɪð ɐ fˈɜːm, jˈuːθfəl stˈɛp, hɪz bˈɑːdi ɪɹˈɛkt ænd hɪz hˈɛd wˈɛl ˈʌp ; ðə pˈɔɪnt ʌv hɪz sˈɔːɹd hˈæŋz bᵻlˌoʊ ðə hˈɛm ʌv hɪz klˈoʊk, ænd ɪn spˈaɪt ʌvðə dˈɑːɹknəs, wiː sˈiː ðə plˈuːm ɪn hɪz kˈæp wˈeɪvɪŋ ɪnðə bɹˈiːz.