text_original: Grey their girdles too for green, And their veils dishevelled: None would say, to see their mien, That the least of these had been Born no baser than a queen, Reared where flower fays revelled.
text_transcription: GREY THEIR GIRDLES TOO FOR GREEN AND THEIR VEILS DISHEVELLED NONE WOULD SAY TO SEE THEIR MIEN THAT THE LEAST OF THESE HAD BEEN BORN NO BASER THAN A QUEEN REARED WHERE FLOWER FACE REVELLED
phonemes: ɡɹˈeɪ ðɛɹ ɡˈɜːdəlz tˈuː fɔːɹ ɡɹˈiːn, ænd ðɛɹ vˈeɪlz dɪʃˈɛvəld: nˈʌn wʊd sˈeɪ, tə sˈiː ðɛɹ mˈiːn, ðætðə lˈiːst ʌv ðiːz hɐdbɪn bˈɔːɹn nˈoʊ bˈeɪzɚ ðˌænə kwˈiːn, ɹˈɪɹd wˌɛɹ flˈaʊɚ fˈeɪz ɹˈɛvəld.