text_original: An angel throng, bewinged, bedightIn veils, and drowned in tears,Sit in a theatre, to seeA play of hopes and fears,While the orchestra breathes fitfullyThe music of the spheres.
text_transcription: AN ANGEL THRONG BE WINGED BE DYED IN VEILS AND DROWNED IN TEARS SIT IN A THEATRE TO SEE A PLAY OF HOPES AND FEARS WHILE THE ORCHESTRA BREATHES FITFULLY THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
phonemes: ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl θɹˈɔŋ, bᵻwˈɪndʒd, bᵻdˈaɪt ɪn vˈeɪlz, ænd dɹˈaʊnd ɪn tˈɪɹz,sˈɪt ɪn ɐ θˈiəɾɚ, tə sˈiː ɐ plˈeɪ ʌv hˈoʊps ænd fˈɪɹz,wˌaɪl ðɪ ˈɔːɹkᵻstɹə bɹˈiːðz fˈɪtfəli ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə sfˈɪɹz.