text_original: Laughter was changed to wail, And all the happy song in silence died On lips grown mute and pale. MESSENGER WITH BOW STRING Death's sudden summons ! Still the flowers fair Proffered their cups of bloom ; Still rose the mazy fountain in the air, Scattering its soft perfume ; But in one moment, though these bright things stayed, Death 's shape, all grimly gray, Entered the hall with soundless step and laid A shadow on the day.
text_transcription: LAUGHTER WAS CHANGED TO WAIL AND ALL THE HAPPY SONG IN SILENCE DIED ON LIPS GROWN MUTE AND PALE DEATH'S SUDDEN SUMMONS STILL THE FLOWERS FAIR PROFFERED THEIR CUPS OF BLOOM STILL ROSE THE MAZY FOUNTAIN IN THE AIR SCATTERING ITS SOFT PERFUME BUT IN ONE MOMENT THOUGH THESE BRIGHT THINGS STAYED DEATH SHAPE ALL GRIMLY GREY ENTERED THE HALL WITH SOUNDLESS STEP AND LAID A SHADOW ON THE DAY
phonemes: lˈæftɚ wʌz tʃˈeɪndʒd tə wˈeɪl, ænd ˈɔːl ðə hˈæpi sˈɔŋ ɪn sˈaɪləns dˈaɪd ˌɔn lˈɪps ɡɹˈoʊn mjˈuːt ænd pˈeɪl. mˈɛsɪndʒɚ wɪð bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ dˈɛθz sˈʌdən sˈʌmənz ! stˈɪl ðə flˈaʊɚz fˈɛɹ pɹˈɑːfɚd ðɛɹ kˈʌps ʌv blˈuːm ; stˈɪl ɹˈoʊz ðə mˈeɪzi fˈaʊntɪn ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, skˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ɪts sˈɔft pˈɜːfjuːm ; bˌʌt ɪn wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt, ðˌoʊ ðiːz bɹˈaɪt θˈɪŋz stˈeɪd, dˈɛθ ˈɛs ʃˈeɪp, ˈɔːl ɡɹˈɪmli ɡɹˈeɪ, ˈɛntɚd ðə hˈɔːl wɪð sˈaʊndləs stˈɛp ænd lˈeɪd ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ɔnðə dˈeɪ.