text_original: They brought the bright cheeked archer Who scoffed not, neither feared, To the tent ringed in with faces That menaced in their beard; But the king's face lay before him In the lamplight semisphered. The king's self, stern and pallid Gazed on the lad that day, And as if dreams were on him Besought him gently: 'Say, Bertrand de Gourdon! wherefore Thou tak'st my life away?
text_transcription: THEY BROUGHT THE BRIGHT CHEEKED ARCHER WHO SCOFFED NOT NEITHER FEARED TO THE TENT RINGED IN WITH FACES THAT MENACED IN THEIR BEARD BUT THE KING'S FACE LAY BEFORE HIM IN THE LAMPLIGHT SEMISFEARED THE KING'S SELF STERN AND PALLID GAZED ON THE LAD THAT DAY AND AS IF DREAMS WERE ON HIM BESOUGHT HIM GENTLY SAY BERTON DE GORDON WHEREFORE THOU TAKEST MY LIFE AWAY
phonemes: ðeɪ bɹˈɔːt ðə bɹˈaɪt tʃˈiːkt ˈɑːɹtʃɚ hˌuː skˈɔft nˈɑːt, nˈiːðɚ fˈɪɹd, tə ðə tˈɛnt ɹˈɪŋɡd ɪn wɪð fˈeɪsᵻz ðæt mˈɛnɪst ɪn ðɛɹ bˈɪɹd; bˌʌt ðə kˈɪŋz fˈeɪs lˈeɪ bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm ɪnðə lˈæmplaɪt sˈɛmɪsfɚd. ðə kˈɪŋz sˈɛlf, stˈɜːn ænd pˈælɪd ɡˈeɪzd ɔnðə lˈæd ðæt dˈeɪ, ænd æz ɪf dɹˈiːmz wɜːɹ ˌɔn hˌɪm bᵻsˈɔːt hˌɪm dʒˈɛntli: sˈeɪ, bˈɜːtɹænd də ɡˈʊɹdən! wˈɛɹfɔːɹ ðˈaʊ tˈækst maɪ lˈaɪf ɐwˈeɪ?