text_original: 1471 LEFFINGWELL III— REQUIESCAT We never knew the sorrow or the pain Within him, for he seemed as one asleep— Until he faced us with a dying leap, And with a blast of paramount, profane, And vehement valediction did explain To each of us, in words that we shall keep.
text_transcription: THREE REQUIESCAT WE NEVER KNEW THE SORROW OR THE PAIN WITHIN HIM FOR HE SEEMED AS ONE ASLEEP UNTIL HE FACED US WITH A DYING LEAP AND WITH A BLAST OF PARAMOUNT PROFANE AND VEHEMENT VALEDICTION DID EXPLAIN TO EACH OF US IN WORDS THAT WE SHALL KEEP
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti wˈʌn lˈɛfɪŋwˌɛl ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː— ɹˌɛkwiːˈɛskæt wiː nˈɛvɚ nˈuː ðə sˈɑːɹoʊ ɔːɹ ðə pˈeɪn wɪðˈɪn hˌɪm, fɔːɹ hiː sˈiːmd æz wˈʌn ɐslˈiːp— ʌntˈɪl hiː fˈeɪsd ˌʌs wɪð ɐ dˈaɪɪŋ lˈiːp, ænd wɪð ɐ blˈæst ʌv pˈæɹəmˌaʊnt, pɹəfˈeɪn, ænd vˈiəmənt vˌælɪdˈɪkʃən dˈɪd ɛksplˈeɪn tʊ ˈiːtʃ əv ˌʌs, ɪn wˈɜːdz ðæt wiːʃˌɐl kˈiːp.