text_original: His arm was the girdle of her waist; hers formed a collar for his neck, which a knight of the garter  aye, the owner of the sword that dubbed him  might well have been proud to wear. Their gait was slow, and face was turned to face; near were their lips while they spoke; and much of what they said never came to the ear, though their souls caught up every word of it.
text_transcription: HIS ARM WAS IN THE GIRDLE OF HER WAIST HERS FORMED A COLLAR FOR HIS NECK WHICH A KNIGHT OF THE GARTER AY THE OWNER OF THE SWORD THAT DAUBED HIM MIGHT WELL HAVE BEEN PROUD TO WEAR THE GAIT WAS SLOW AND FACE WAS TURNED TO FACE NEAR WERE THEIR LIPS WHILE THEY SPOKE AND MUCH OF WHAT THEY SAID NEVER CAME TO EAR THOUGH THEIR SOULS CAUGHT EVERY WORD OF IT
phonemes: hɪz ˈɑːɹm wʌzðə ɡˈɜːdəl ʌv hɜː wˈeɪst; hɜːz fˈɔːɹmd ɐ kˈɑːlɚ fɔːɹ hɪz nˈɛk, wˌɪtʃ ɐ nˈaɪt ʌvðə ɡˈɑːɹɾɚɹ ˈaɪ, ðɪ ˈoʊnɚɹ ʌvðə sˈɔːɹd ðæt dˈʌbd hˌɪm mˌaɪt wˈɛl hɐvbɪn pɹˈaʊd tə wˈɛɹ. ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪt wʌz slˈoʊ, ænd fˈeɪs wʌz tˈɜːnd tə fˈeɪs; nˌɪɹ wɜː ðɛɹ lˈɪps wˌaɪl ðeɪ spˈoʊk; ænd mˈʌtʃ ʌv wʌt ðeɪ sˈɛd nˈɛvɚ kˈeɪm tə ðɪ ˈɪɹ, ðˌoʊ ðɛɹ sˈoʊlz kˈɔːt ˌʌp ˈɛvɹi wˈɜːd ʌv ɪt.