text_original: From market, court, and camp, Where folly rings her bells. 302 A DREAM OF SONGS UNSUNG Or sorrow tolls her knells, Or where in cloister cells The scholar trims his lamp — Wearing the sword, the gown, The motley of the clown.
text_transcription: FROM MARKET COURT AND CAMP WHERE FOLLY RINGS HER BELLS OR SORROW TOLLS HER KNELLS OR WHERE IN CLOISTER CELLS THE SCHOLAR TRIMS HIS LAMP WEARING THE SWORD THE GOWN THE MOTLEY OF THE CLOWN
phonemes: fɹʌm mˈɑːɹkɪt, kˈɔːɹt, ænd kˈæmp, wˌɛɹ fˈɑːli ɹˈɪŋz hɜː bˈɛlz. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd tˈuː ɐ dɹˈiːm ʌv sˈɔŋz ʌnsˈʌŋ ɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ tˈoʊlz hɜː nˈɛlz, ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ɪn klˈɔɪstɚ sˈɛlz ðə skˈɑːlɚ tɹˈɪmz hɪz lˈæmp — wˈɛɹɪŋ ðə sˈɔːɹd, ðə ɡˈaʊn, ðə mˈɑːtli ʌvðə klˈaʊn.