text_original: Tell me," — and his ardent glances rested on her eyes wet with teai's, — " tell me, do you love me still ? " The young girl's answer went unheard, for Ordener, car  ried away by his emotions, snatched from her lips with her reply that first favor, that sacred kiss, which in the sight of God suffices to make two lovers man and wife. HANS OF ICELAND. 57 Both were speechless, because the moment was one of those solemn ones, so rare and so brief in this world, when the soul seems to feel something of celestial bliss.
text_transcription: TELL ME AND HIS ARDENT GLANCES RESTED ON HER EYES WET WITH TEARS TELL ME DO YOU LOVE ME STILL THE YOUNG GIRL'S ANSWER WENT UNHEARD FOR ORDINAR CARRIED AWAY BY HIS EMOTIONS SNATCHED FROM HER LIPS WITH HER REPLY THAT FIRST FAVOUR THAT SACRED KISS WHICH IN THE SIGHT OF GOD SUFFICES TO MAKE TWO LOVERS MAN AND WIFE BOTH WERE SPEECHLESS BECAUSE THE MOMENT WAS ONE OF THOSE SOLEMN ONES SO RARE AND SO BRIEF IN THIS WORLD WHEN THE SOUL SEEMS TO FEEL SOMETHING OF CELESTIAL BLISS
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː," — ænd hɪz ˈɑːɹdənt ɡlˈænsᵻz ɹˈɛstᵻd ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wˈɛt wɪð tˈiːiz, — " tˈɛl mˌiː, dˈuː juː lˈʌv mˌiː stˈɪl ? " ðə jˈʌŋ ɡˈɜːlz ˈænsɚ wɛnt ʌnhˈɜːd, fɔːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚ, kˈɑːɹ ɹˈaɪd ɐwˈeɪ baɪ hɪz ɪmˈoʊʃənz, snˈætʃt fɹʌm hɜː lˈɪps wɪð hɜː ɹᵻplˈaɪ ðæt fˈɜːst fˈeɪvɚ, ðæt sˈeɪkɹɪd kˈɪs, wˌɪtʃ ɪnðə sˈaɪt ʌv ɡˈɑːd səfˈaɪsᵻz tə mˌeɪk tˈuː lˈʌvɚz mˈæn ænd wˈaɪf. hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɪfti sˈɛvən bˈoʊθ wɜː spˈiːtʃləs, bɪkˈʌz ðə mˈoʊmənt wʌz wˈʌn ʌv ðoʊz sˈɑːləm wˌʌnz, sˌoʊ ɹˈɛɹ ænd sˌoʊ bɹˈiːf ɪn ðɪs wˈɜːld, wˌɛn ðə sˈoʊl sˈiːmz tə fˈiːl sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv səlˈɛstjəl blˈɪs.