text_original: 18 THE SONG OF THE SWORD Where on the tenanted seas flashed the flushed feet of the moon rise And stirred the dumb heart with its touch silent, alone, unconfined ; Where, as to promiseful dawn, scattered the natural tune dies, Women's bare feet in the dew, women's wild hair in the wind.
text_transcription: TH WHEREON THE TENANTED SEAS FLASHED THE FLUSHED FEET OF THE MOON RISE AND STIRRED THE DUMB HEART WITH ITS TOUCH SILENT ALONE UNCONFINED WHERE AS TO PROMISE FULL DAWN SCATTERED THE NATURAL TUNE DIES WOMEN'S BARE FEET IN THE DEW WOMEN'S WILD HAIR IN THE WIND
phonemes: ˈeɪtiːn ðə sˈɔŋ ʌvðə sˈɔːɹd wˌɛɹ ɔnðə tˈɛnəntᵻd sˈiːz flˈæʃt ðə flˈʌʃt fˈiːt ʌvðə mˈuːn ɹˈaɪz ænd stˈɜːd ðə dˈʌm hˈɑːɹt wɪð ɪts tˈʌtʃ sˈaɪlənt, ɐlˈoʊn, ʌŋkənfˈaɪnd ; wˈɛɹ, æz tə pɹˈɑːmɪsfəl dˈɔːn, skˈæɾɚd ðə nˈætʃɚɹəl tˈuːn dˈaɪz, wˈɪmɪnz bˈɛɹ fˈiːt ɪnðə dˈuː, wˈɪmɪnz wˈaɪld hˈɛɹ ɪnðə wˈɪnd.