text_original: Then white as the darkness of death The sword Sang like a boreal breath Blown thro' the idyll of dawn, Cadenced as steel that is drawn Tense thro' the crest of a storm, It exalted the choir of earth, Singing deep where the heart blood is warm, And pervaded the resonant sky Like the solemn and sorrowful mirth Of life that is living to die.
text_transcription: THEN WHITE AS THE DARKNESS OF DEATH THE SWORD SANG LIKE A BOREAL BREATH BLOWN THROUGH THE IDOL OF DAWN CADENCED AS STEEL THAT IS DRAWN TENSE THROUGH THE CREST OF A STORM IT EXALTED THE CHOIR OF EARTH SINGING DEEP WHERE THE HARD BLOOD IS WARM AND PERVADED THE RESONANT SKY LIKE THE SOLEMN AND SORROWFUL MIRTH OF LIFE THAT IS LIVING TO DIE
phonemes: ðˈɛn wˈaɪt æz ðə dˈɑːɹknəs ʌv dˈɛθ ðə sˈɔːɹd sˈæŋ lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɔːɹiəl bɹˈɛθ blˈoʊn θɹˈoʊ ðɪ ˈaɪdɪl ʌv dˈɔːn, kˈeɪdənst æz stˈiːl ðæt ɪz dɹˈɔːn tˈɛns θɹˈoʊ ðə kɹˈɛst əvə stˈɔːɹm, ɪɾ ɛɡzˈɑːltᵻd ðə kwˈaɪɚɹ ʌv ˈɜːθ, sˈɪŋɪŋ dˈiːp wˌɛɹ ðə hˈɑːɹt blˈʌd ɪz wˈɔːɹm, ænd pɚvˈeɪdᵻd ðə ɹˈɛzənənt skˈaɪ lˈaɪk ðə sˈɑːləm ænd sˈɑːɹoʊfəl mˈɜːθ ʌv lˈaɪf ðæt ɪz lˈɪvɪŋ tə dˈaɪ.