text_original: POEMS OF 1912–13 _Veteris vestigia flammae_ THE GOING WHY did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your term here, up and be gone Where I could not follow With wing of swallow To gain one glimpse of you ever anon!
text_transcription: TWELVE TWO THIRTEEN VETERRIS VESTIGIA FLAMMET THE GOING WHY DID YOU GIVE NO HINT THAT NIGHT THAT QUICKLY AFTER THE MORROW'S DAWN AND CALMLY AS IF INDIFFERENT QUIET YOU WOULD CLOSE YOUR TERM HERE UP AND BEGONE WHERE I COULD NOT FOLLOW WITH WING OF SWALLOW TO GAIN ONE GLIMPSE OF YOU EVER ANON
phonemes: pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛlv θˈɜːtiːn vˈɛɾɚɹˌɪs vˈɛstɪdʒə flˈæmiː ðə ɡˌoʊɪŋ wˌaɪ dˈɪd juː ɡˈɪv nˈoʊ hˈɪnt ðæt nˈaɪt ðæt kwˈɪkli ˈæftɚ ðə mˈɑːɹoʊz dˈɔːn, ænd kˈɑːmli, æz ɪf ɪndˈɪfɹənt kwˈaɪt, juː wʊd klˈoʊz jʊɹ tˈɜːm hˈɪɹ, ˌʌp ænd biː ɡɔn wˌɛɹ aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt fˈɑːloʊ wɪð wˈɪŋ ʌv swˈɔloʊ tə ɡˈeɪn wˈʌn ɡlˈɪmps ʌv juː ˈɛvɚɹ ɐnˈɔn!