text_original: Slain in the darkling hollow lands below. 1881. * * * * * SONGS LONG AFTER I see your white arras gliding, In music o'er the keys, Long drooping lashes hiding A blue like summer seas: The sweet lips wide asunder, That tremble as you sing, I could not choose but wonder, You seemed so fair a thing.
text_transcription: LONG AFTER BY RANILROD READ PHILIPPREY VOX DOT ORK PASSONIA LONG AFTER I SEE YOUR WHITE ARRAS GLIDING IN MUSIC OVER THE KEYS LONG DROOPING LASHES HIDING A BLUE LIKE SUMMER SEAS THE SWEET LIPS WIDE ASUNDER THAT TREMBLE AS YOU SING I COULD NOT CHOOSE BUT WONDER YOU SEEMED SO FAIR A THING
phonemes: slˈeɪn ɪnðə dˈɑːɹklɪŋ hˈɑːloʊ lˈændz bᵻlˈoʊ. wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi wˈʌn. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk sˈɔŋz lˈɔŋ ˈæftɚɹ aɪ sˈiː jʊɹ wˈaɪt ɚɹˈæz ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ, ɪn mjˈuːzɪk ˈɔːɹ ðə kˈiːz, lˈɔŋ dɹˈuːpɪŋ lˈæʃᵻz hˈaɪdɪŋ ɐ blˈuː lˈaɪk sˈʌmɚ sˈiːz: ðə swˈiːt lˈɪps wˈaɪd ɐsˈʌndɚ, ðæt tɹˈɛmbəl æz juː sˈɪŋ, aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt tʃˈuːz bˌʌt wˈʌndɚ, juː sˈiːmd sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ ɐ θˈɪŋ.