text_original: Not to the courts of love we ride, Nor to the mouths of sepulchres ; Not for our hearts were these things shown, Which seek for God, the Great Unknown." 8 THE UNKNOWN ROAD Now they about their eyes have tied The scarves of youth invincible, And down the laughing road they ride, In places dark and dangerous, Seeking the ways no man has trod, To justify their swords to God.
text_transcription: NOT TO THE COURTS OF LOVE WE RIDE NOR TO THE MOUTH OF SEPULCHRES NOT FOR OUR HEARTS WERE THESE THINGS SHOWN WHICH SEEK FOR GOD THE GREAT UNKNOWN NOW THEY ABOUT THEIR EYES HAVE TIED THE SCARFS OF YOUTH INVINCIBLE AND DOWN THE LAUGHING ROAD THEY RIDE IN PLACES DARK AND DANGEROUS SEEKING THE WAYS NO MAN HAS TROD TO JUSTIFY THEIR SWORDS TO GOD
phonemes: nˌɑːt tə ðə kˈɔːɹts ʌv lˈʌv wiː ɹˈaɪd, nˈɔːɹ tə ðə mˈaʊðz ʌv sˈɛpʌlkɚz ; nˌɑːt fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts wɜː ðiːz θˈɪŋz ʃˈoʊn, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːk fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːd, ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ʌnnˈoʊn." ˈeɪt ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn ɹˈoʊd nˈaʊ ðeɪ ɐbˌaʊt ðɛɹ ˈaɪz hæv tˈaɪd ðə skˈɑːɹvz ʌv jˈuːθ ɪnvˈɪnsᵻbəl, ænd dˌaʊn ðə lˈæfɪŋ ɹˈoʊd ðeɪ ɹˈaɪd, ɪn plˈeɪsᵻz dˈɑːɹk ænd dˈeɪndʒɚɹəs, sˈiːkɪŋ ðə wˈeɪz nˈoʊ mˈæn hɐz tɹˈɑːd, tə dʒˈʌstᵻfˌaɪ ðɛɹ sˈɔːɹdz tə ɡˈɑːd.