text_original: "Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen! Hateful to me were men, The sunlight hateful! [242] RAINBOW GOLD In the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, Oh, death was grateful!
text_transcription: STILL GREW MY BOSOM THEN STILL AS A STAGNANT FAN HATEFUL TO ME WERE MAN THE SUNLIGHT HATEFUL IN THE VAST FOREST HERE CLAD IN MY WARLIKE GEAR FELL I UPON MY SPEAR OH DEATH WAS GRATEFUL
phonemes: "stˈɪl ɡɹˈuː maɪ bˈʊzəm ðˈɛn, stˈɪl æz ɐ stˈæɡnənt fˈɛn! hˈeɪtfəl tə mˌiː wɜː mˈɛn, ðə sˈʌnlaɪt hˈeɪtfəl! [tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi tˈuː] ɹˈeɪnboʊ ɡˈoʊld ɪnðə vˈæst fˈɔːɹɪst hˈɪɹ, klˈæd ɪn maɪ wˈɔːɹlaɪk ɡˈɪɹ, fˈɛl aɪ əpˌɑːn maɪ spˈɪɹ, ˈoʊ, dˈɛθ wʌz ɡɹˈeɪtfəl!