text_original: But one dark shadow marred his bounding joy; And then the soldier vanished, and the boy, The tender son, clung close, with sobbing breath, To her from whom each parting was new death; That mother who like goddesses of old, Gave to the mighty Mars, three warriors brave and bold, VI.
text_transcription: BUT ONE DARK SHADOW MARKED HIS BOUNDING JOY AND THEN THE SOLDIER VANISHED AND THE BOY THE TENDER SON CLUNG CLOSE WITH SOBBING BREATH TO HER FROM WHOM EACH PARTING WAS NEW DEATH THAT MOTHER WHO LIKE GODDESSES OF OLD GAVE TO THE MIGHTY MARS THREE WARRIORS BRAVE AND BOLD SI
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈʌn dˈɑːɹk ʃˈædoʊ mˈɑːɹd hɪz bˈaʊndɪŋ dʒˈɔɪ; ænd ðˈɛn ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ vˈænɪʃt, ænd ðə bˈɔɪ, ðə tˈɛndɚ sˈʌn, klˈʌŋ klˈoʊs, wɪð sˈɑːbɪŋ bɹˈɛθ, tə hɜː fɹʌm hˈuːm ˈiːtʃ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ wʌz nˈuː dˈɛθ; ðæt mˈʌðɚ hˌuː lˈaɪk ɡˈɑːdəsᵻz ʌv ˈoʊld, ɡˈeɪv tə ðə mˈaɪɾi mˈɑːɹz, θɹˈiː wˈɔːɹɪɚz bɹˈeɪv ænd bˈoʊld, vˌiːˈaɪ.