text_original: Often he whispered prayer, and, in his age, Spoke unto children and to ancient men, 99 JUS'TICE But craved no word of her he loved, in dread Lest he be told her death. Then broke a day Whereon a hush seemed come to mortal things. A scarlet flower opened, near at hand. Scentless.
text_transcription: OFTEN HE WHISPERED PRAYER AND IN HIS AGE SPOKE UNTO CHILDREN AND TO ANCIENT MEN BUT CRAVED NO WORD OF HER HE LOVED IN DREAD LEST HE BE TOLD HER DEATH THEN BROKE A DAY WHEREON A HUSH SEEMED COME TO MORTAL THINGS A SCARLET FLOWER OPENED NEAR AT HAND SCENTLESS
phonemes: ˈɔfən hiː wˈɪspɚd pɹˈɛɹ, ænd, ɪn hɪz ˈeɪdʒ, spˈoʊk ˌʌntʊ tʃˈɪldɹən ænd tʊ ˈeɪntʃənt mˈɛn, nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn dʒˈʌstɪs bˌʌt kɹˈeɪvd nˈoʊ wˈɜːd ʌv hɜː hiː lˈʌvd, ɪn dɹˈɛd lˈɛst hiː biː tˈoʊld hɜː dˈɛθ. ðˈɛn bɹˈoʊk ɐ dˈeɪ wˈɛɹɑːn ɐ hˈʌʃ sˈiːmd kˈʌm tə mˈɔːɹɾəl θˈɪŋz. ɐ skˈɑːɹlɪt flˈaʊɚɹ ˈoʊpənd, nˌɪɹ æt hˈænd. sˈɛntləs.