text_original: hudder and steel still slay, Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying? Ballade by the Fire Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in a mist of light and shade: They pass, a flimsy cavalcade, And with a weak, remindful glow, The falling embers break and fade, As one by one the phantoms go.
text_transcription: BALLAD BY THE FIRE BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON READFULLY REVOSTOT ORK BY SONYA BALLAD BY THE FIRE SLOWLY I SMOKE AND HUG MY KNEE THE WHILE A WITLESS MASQUERADE OF THINGS THAT ONLY CHILDREN SEE FLOATS IN A MIST OF LIGHT AND SHADE THEY PASS A FLIMSY CAVALCADE AND WITH A WEAK REMINDFUL GLOW THE FALLING EMBERS BREAK AND FADE AS ONE BY ONE THE PHANTOMS GO
phonemes: hˈʌdɚɹ ænd stˈiːl stˈɪl slˈeɪ, wˌɛɹ ðə bˈoʊnz ʌvðə bɹˈeɪv ɪnðə wˈeɪv ɑːɹ lˈaɪɪŋ? bˈæleɪd baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚ slˈoʊli aɪ smˈoʊk ænd hˈʌɡ maɪ nˈiː, ðə wˈaɪl ɐ wˈɪtləs mˈæskɚɹˌeɪd ʌv θˈɪŋz ðæt ˈoʊnli tʃˈɪldɹən sˈiː flˈoʊts ɪn ɐ mˈɪst ʌv lˈaɪt ænd ʃˈeɪd: ðeɪ pˈæs, ɐ flˈɪmzi kˈævɐlkˌeɪd, ænd wɪð ɐ wˈiːk, ɹᵻmˈaɪndfəl ɡlˈoʊ, ðə fˈɔːlɪŋ ˈɛmbɚz bɹˈeɪk ænd fˈeɪd, æz wˈʌn baɪ wˈʌn ðə fˈæntəmz ɡˈoʊ.