text_original: Now, from the bells a myriad voices leap. And all the brazen lilies are aglow With rapturous heart beats, swinging to and fro As the glad chimes their rhythmic pulsing keep.
text_transcription: NOW FROM THE BELLS A MYRIAD VOICES SLEEP AND ALL THE BRAZEN LILIES ARE AGLOW WITH RAPTUROUS HEART BEATS SWINGING TO AND FRO AS THE GLAD CHIMES THEIR RHYTHMIC PULSING KEEP
phonemes: nˈaʊ, fɹʌmðə bˈɛlz ɐ mˈɪɹɪˌæd vˈɔɪsᵻz lˈiːp. ænd ˈɔːl ðə bɹˈeɪzən lˈɪliz ɑːɹ ɐɡlˈoʊ wɪð ɹˈæptʃɚɹəs hˈɑːɹt bˈiːts, swˈɪŋɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ æz ðə ɡlˈæd tʃˈaɪmz ðɛɹ ɹˈɪðmɪk pˈʌlsɪŋ kˈiːp.