text_original: what would you say, old friend ? " 35 CLEFT IN TWAIN. In the west is the golden glory, As the great king goes to his rest ; In the east the purple staineth The hills from foot to crest. And I stand and look in wonder, Till my heart is cleft in twain, — Half for the vision of glory, And half for the dying pain.
text_transcription: WHAT WOULD YOU SAY OLD FRIEND CLEFT IN TWAIN IN THE WEST IS THE GOLDEN GLORY AS THE GREAT KING GOES TO HIS REST IN THE EAST THE PURPLE STAINETH THE HILLS FROM FOOT TO CREST AND I STAND AND LOOK IN WONDER TILL MY HEART IS CLEFT IN TWAIN HALF FOR THE VISION OF GLORY AND HALF FOR THE DYING PAIN
phonemes: wˌʌt wʊd juː sˈeɪ, ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd ? " θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv klˈɛft ɪn twˈeɪn. ɪnðə wˈɛst ɪz ðə ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈɔːɹi, æz ðə ɡɹˈeɪt kˈɪŋ ɡoʊz tə hɪz ɹˈɛst ; ɪnðɪ ˈiːst ðə pˈɜːpəl stˈeɪnəθ ðə hˈɪlz fɹʌm fˈʊt tə kɹˈɛst. ænd aɪ stˈænd ænd lˈʊk ɪn wˈʌndɚ, tˈɪl maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz klˈɛft ɪn twˈeɪn, — hˈæf fɚðə vˈɪʒən ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi, ænd hˈæf fɚðə dˈaɪɪŋ pˈeɪn.