text_original: And while her cold lip prays and blesses The soul of him in lone Ardmore With tears and whispered tendernesses, That speak a faithful heart's distresses, — Like moan that follows fray and slaughter Rises a wail o'er wood and water "For love's grace
text_transcription: AND WHILE HER COLD LIP PRAYS AND BLESSES THE SOUL OF HIM IN LONE ARTMOOR WITH TEARS AND WHISPERED TENDERNESSES THAT SPEAK A FAITHFUL HEART'S DISTRESSES LIKE MOON THAT FOLLOWS FRAY AND SLAUGHTER RISES A WAIL OVER WOOD AND WATER FOR LOVE'S GRACE
phonemes: ænd wˌaɪl hɜː kˈoʊld lˈɪp pɹˈeɪz ænd blˈɛsᵻz ðə sˈoʊl ʌv hˌɪm ɪn lˈoʊn ˈɑːɹdmɔːɹ wɪð tˈɪɹz ænd wˈɪspɚd tˈɛndɚnəsᵻz, ðæt spˈiːk ɐ fˈeɪθfəl hˈɑːɹts dɪstɹˈɛsᵻz, — lˈaɪk mˈoʊn ðæt fˈɑːloʊz fɹˈeɪ ænd slˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈaɪzᵻz ɐ wˈeɪl ˈɔːɹ wˈʊd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ "fɔːɹ lˈʌvz ɡɹˈeɪs