text_original: High o'er the scene vast music billows bound, And all the air is liquid with the sound Of those invisible compelling waves. Perchance they reach the low and lonely graves Where sleep brave Elliott and Hamilton, And whisper there the tale of victory won; Or do the souls of soldiers tried and true Come at the bugle call, and march in grand review? LXII. The pleased Commander watches in surprise This splendid pageant surge before his eyes.
text_transcription: HIGH OVER THE SCENE VAST MUSIC BILLOWS BOUND AND ALL THE AIR IS LIQUID WITH THE SOUND OF THOSE INVISIBLE COMPELLING WAVES PERCHANCE THEY REACH THE LOW AND LONELY GRAVES WHERE SLEEP BRAVE ELLIARD AND HAMILTON AND WHISPER THERE THE TALE OF VICTORY WORN OR DO THE SOULS OF SOLDIERS TRIED AND TRUE COME AT THE BUGLE CALL AND MARCH IN GRAND REVIEW SIXTY ONE THE PEACE COMMANDER WATCHES IN SURPRISE THIS SPLENDID PAGENT SEARCH BEFORE HIS EYES
phonemes: hˈaɪ ˈɔːɹ ðə sˈiːn vˈæst mjˈuːzɪk bˈɪloʊz bˈaʊnd, ænd ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz lˈɪkwɪd wɪððə sˈaʊnd ʌv ðoʊz ɪnvˈɪzᵻbəl kəmpˈɛlɪŋ wˈeɪvz. pɚtʃˈæns ðeɪ ɹˈiːtʃ ðə lˈoʊ ænd lˈoʊnli ɡɹˈeɪvz wˌɛɹ slˈiːp bɹˈeɪv ˈɛlɪət ænd hˈæməltən, ænd wˈɪspɚ ðɛɹ ðə tˈeɪl ʌv vˈɪktɚɹi wˈʌn; ɔːɹ dˈuː ðə sˈoʊlz ʌv sˈoʊldʒɚz tɹˈaɪd ænd tɹˈuː kˈʌm æt ðə bjˈuːɡəl kˈɔːl, ænd mˈɑːɹtʃ ɪn ɡɹˈænd ɹᵻvjˈuː? ˈɛlzˈɪaɪ. ðə plˈiːzd kəmˈændɚ wˈɑːtʃᵻz ɪn sɚpɹˈaɪz ðɪs splˈɛndɪd pˈædʒənt sˈɜːdʒ bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz ˈaɪz.