text_original: The sacred tapers glisten The Altar all along; The holy Monks are chanting Some sweet—some wedding song! And tall white lilies, scenting The Incense laden air, Are bending down their petals, T'wards a novice bow'd in prayer.
text_transcription: THE SACRED TAPERS GLISTEN THE ALTAR ALL ALONG THE HOLY MONKS ARE CHANTING SOME SWEET SOME WEDDING SONG AND TALL WHITE LILIES SCENTING THE INCENSE LADEN AIR ARE BENDING DOWN THEIR PETALS TOWARDS A NOVICE BOWED IN PRAYER
phonemes: ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd tˈeɪpɚz ɡlˈɪsən ðɪ ˈɔltɚɹ ˈɔːl ɐlˈɔŋ; ðə hˈoʊli mˈʌŋks ɑːɹ tʃˈæntɪŋ sˌʌm swˈiːt—sˌʌm wˈɛdɪŋ sˈɔŋ! ænd tˈɔːl wˈaɪt lˈɪliz, sˈɛntɪŋ ðɪ ˈɪnsɛns lˈeɪdən ˈɛɹ, ɑːɹ bˈɛndɪŋ dˌaʊn ðɛɹ pˈɛɾəlz, tˈiːwɚdz ɐ nˈɑːvɪs bˈoʊd ɪn pɹˈɛɹ.