text_original: Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
text_transcription: WONDROUS IN THAT HAPPY VALLEY THROUGH TWO LUMINOUS WINDOWS SAW SPIRITS MOVING MUSICALLY TO A LUTE SWELL TUNIT LAW ROUND ABOUT THE THRONE WHERE SITTING POOR PHEROGINE IN STATE HIS GLORY WELL BEFITTING THE RULER OF THE REALM WAS SEEN
phonemes: wˈɔndɚɹɚz ɪn ðæt hˈæpi vˈæli θɹuː tˈuː lˈuːmɪnəs wˈɪndoʊz sˈɔː spˈɪɹɪts mˈuːvɪŋ mjˈuːzɪkli, tʊ ɐ lˈuːts wˈɛl tˈuːnd lˈɔː, ɹˈaʊnd ɐbˌaʊt ɐ θɹˈoʊn wˈɛɹ, sˈɪɾɪŋ, pˈɔːɹfɪɹˌoʊdʒiːn, ɪn stˈeɪt hɪz ɡlˈɔːɹi wˈɛl bᵻfˈɪɾɪŋ, ðə ɹˈuːlɚɹ ʌvðə ɹˈɛlm wʌz sˈiːn.