text_original: But as the long procession Did wind its joyous way, Making the evening twilight Almost as bright as day, The countless tapers glittered Like hosts of meteors round, And sent a glow of radiance Athwart the Bardsey Sound. Right round the Islet pealing, The gladsome songs ascend, And with the evening breezes The clouds of incense blend. But what was Mabel doing, Where was the maiden now? O joy! at Mary's altar, She plights another vow!
text_transcription: BUT AS THE LONG PROCESSION DID WIND THIS JOYOUS WAY MAKING THE EVENING TWILIGHT ALMOST AS BRIGHT AS DAY THE COUNTESS TAPERS GLITTERED LIKE HOSTS OF METEORS ROUND AND SENT THE GLOW OF RADIANCE ATHWART THE BARD SEA SOUND RIGHT ROUND THE ISLET PEALING THE GLADSOME SONGS ASCEND AND WITH THE EVENING BREEZES THE CLOUDS OF INCENSE BLEND BUT WHAT WAS MABEL DOING WHERE WAS THE MAIDEN NOW O JOY AT MARY'S ALTAR SHE PLIGHTS ANOTHER VOW
phonemes: bˌʌt æz ðə lˈɔŋ pɹəsˈɛʃən dˈɪd wˈaɪnd ɪts dʒˈɔɪəs wˈeɪ, mˌeɪkɪŋ ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ twˈaɪlaɪt ˈɔːlmoʊst æz bɹˈaɪt æz dˈeɪ, ðə kˈaʊntləs tˈeɪpɚz ɡlˈɪɾɚd lˈaɪk hˈoʊsts ʌv mˈiːɾɪɚz ɹˈaʊnd, ænd sˈɛnt ɐ ɡlˈoʊ ʌv ɹˈeɪdiəns ˈæθwɔːɹt ðə bˈɑːɹdsi sˈaʊnd. ɹˈaɪt ɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈaɪlɪt pˈiːlɪŋ, ðə ɡlˈædsʌm sˈɔŋz ɐsˈɛnd, ænd wɪððɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ bɹˈiːzᵻz ðə klˈaʊdz ʌv ˈɪnsɛns blˈɛnd. bˌʌt wʌt wʌz mˈeɪbəl dˈuːɪŋ, wˌɛɹ wʌzðə mˈeɪdən nˈaʊ? ˈoʊ dʒˈɔɪ! æt mˈɛɹiz ˈɔltɚ, ʃiː plˈaɪts ɐnˈʌðɚ vˈaʊ!