text_original: All the place Grew softly radiant ; but his face, A DREAM OF SONGS UNSUNG 299 Albeit unveiled, I could not see For the awe that compassed me. Swift I spoke, by longings swayed Deeper than my words betrayed : " Master," with clasped hands I prayed, ^' Who are these ? Are they the dead
text_transcription: ALL THE PLACE GREW SOFTLY RADIANT BUT HIS FACELBEIT UNVEILED I COULD NOT SEE FOR THE ALL THAT COMPASSED ME SWIFT I SPOKE BY LONGING SWAYED DEEPER THAN MY WORDS BETRAYED MASTER WITH CLASPED HANDS I PRAYED WHO ARE THESE ARE THEY DEAD
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðə plˈeɪs ɡɹˈuː sˈɔftli ɹˈeɪdiənt ; bˌʌt hɪz fˈeɪs, ɐ dɹˈiːm ʌv sˈɔŋz ʌnsˈʌŋ tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn ɔːlbˈiːɪt ʌnvˈeɪld, aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt sˈiː fɚðɪ ˈɔː ðæt kˈʌmpəst mˌiː. swˈɪft aɪ spˈoʊk, baɪ lˈɔŋɪŋz swˈeɪd dˈiːpɚ ðɐn maɪ wˈɜːdz bᵻtɹˈeɪd : " mˈæstɚ," wɪð klˈæspt hˈændz aɪ pɹˈeɪd, hˌuː ɑːɹ ðˈiːz ? ɑːɹ ðeɪ ðə dˈɛd