text_original: Farewell, I mount and go my way,   But oh her hair the sun sifts thro'   The tilts and tourneys wait my spear, I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
text_transcription: FAREWELL I MOUNT AND GO MY WAY BUT O HER HAIR THE SUN SIFTS THROUGH THE TILES AND TOURNEYS WAIT MY SPEAR I AM THE KNIGHT OF THE PLUME OF BLUE
phonemes: fɛɹwˈɛl, aɪ mˈaʊnt ænd ɡˌoʊ maɪ wˈeɪ,   bˌʌt ˈoʊ hɜː hˈɛɹ ðə sˈʌn sˈɪfts θɹˈoʊ ðə tˈɪlts ænd tˈʊɹniz wˈeɪt maɪ spˈɪɹ, aɪɐm ðə nˈaɪt ʌvðə plˈuːm ʌv blˈuː.