text_original: Fitting floor For this magnificent temple of the sky   With flowers whose glory and whose multitude Rival the constellations! The great heavens Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love,   A nearer vault, and of a tenderer blue, Than that which bends above the eastern hills.
text_transcription: FITTING FLOOR FOR THIS MAGNIFICENT TEMPLE OF THE SKY WITH FLOWERS WHOSE GLORY AND WHOSE MULTITUDE RIVALED THE CONSTELLATIONS THE GREAT HEAVENS SEEM TO STOOP DOWN UPON THIS SCENE IN LOVE A NEARER VAULT AND OF A TENDERER BLUE THAN THAT WHICH BENDS ABOVE THE EASTERN HILLS
phonemes: fˈɪɾɪŋ flˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ ðɪs mæɡnˈɪfɪsənt tˈɛmpəl ʌvðə skˈaɪ wɪð flˈaʊɚz hˌuːz ɡlˈɔːɹi ænd hˌuːz mˈʌltɪtˌuːd ɹˈaɪvəl ðə kˌɑːnstɪlˈeɪʃənz! ðə ɡɹˈeɪt hˈɛvənz sˈiːm tə stˈuːp dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn ðə sˈiːn ɪn lˈʌv,   ɐ nˈɪɹɚ vˈɔlt, ænd əvə tˈɛndɚɹɚ blˈuː, ðɐn ðæt wˌɪtʃ bˈɛndz əbˌʌv ðɪ ˈiːstɚn hˈɪlz.