text_original: The sacred banners waving, In th' restful evening air, Borne by some weeping novices, Wrought in devices rare. And Incense clouds ascending, And many a taper's light, Burst on the pilgrims' vision, A fair and holy sight.
text_transcription: THE SACRED BANNERS WAVING IN THE RESTFUL EVENING AIR BORNE BY SOME WEEPING NOVICES WROUGHT IN DEVICES RARE AND INCENSE CLOUDS ASCENDING AND MANY A TAPER'S LIGHT BURST ON THE PILGRIM'S VISION A FAIR AND HOLY SIGHT
phonemes: ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd bˈænɚz wˈeɪvɪŋ, ɪn tˌiːˈeɪtʃ ɹˈɛstfəl ˈiːvnɪŋ ˈɛɹ, bˈɔːɹn baɪ sˌʌm wˈiːpɪŋ nˈɑːvɪsᵻz, ɹˈɔːt ɪn dɪvˈaɪsᵻz ɹˈɛɹ. ænd ˈɪnsɛns klˈaʊdz ɐsˈɛndɪŋ, ænd mˈɛni ɐ tˈeɪpɚz lˈaɪt, bˈɜːst ɔnðə pˈɪlɡɹɪmz vˈɪʒən, ɐ fˈɛɹ ænd hˈoʊli sˈaɪt.