text_original: I stood awhile and thought: "Ah! John Devore! How long they must have seemed, those fifty years ! I do not know what rest or toil was yours, What smiles or tears, for that half century; But surely on your silences they came, And on your quiet hour, and in your dreams The wife and little son. So often thus 55 THE TRYST They must have stood, mute haunters of your life
text_transcription: I STOOD AWHILE AND THOUGHT AH JOHN DIVORT HOW LONG THEY MUST HAVE SEEMED THOSE FIFTY YEARS I DO NOT KNOW WHAT REST OR TOIL WAS YOURS WHAT SMILE OR TEARS FOR THAT HALF CENTURY BUT SURELY ON YOUR SILENCES THEY CAME AND ON YOUR QUIET HOUR AND IN YOUR DREAMS THE WIFE AND LITTLE SON SO OFTEN THUS THEY MUST HAVE STOOD MUTE HAUNTERS OF YOUR LIFE
phonemes: aɪ stˈʊd ɐwˈaɪl ænd θˈɔːt: "ˈɑː! dʒˈɑːn dɪvˈɔːɹ! hˌaʊ lˈɔŋ ðeɪ mˈʌstɐv sˈiːmd, ðoʊz fˈɪfti jˈɪɹz ! aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wʌt ɹˈɛst ɔːɹ tˈɔɪl wʌz jˈɔːɹz, wˌʌt smˈaɪlz ɔːɹ tˈɪɹz, fɔːɹ ðæt hˈæf sˈɛntʃɚɹi; bˌʌt ʃˈʊɹli ˌɔn jʊɹ sˈaɪlənsᵻz ðeɪ kˈeɪm, ænd ˌɔn jʊɹ kwˈaɪət ˈaʊɚ, ænd ɪn jʊɹ dɹˈiːmz ðə wˈaɪf ænd lˈɪɾəl sˈʌn. sˌoʊ ˈɔfən ðˈʌs fˈɪfti fˈaɪv ðə tɹˈɪst ðeɪ mˈʌstɐv stˈʊd, mjˈuːt hˈɔːntɚz ʌv jʊɹ lˈaɪf