text_original: Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry; All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep or she will die." Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
text_transcription: HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD SHE NOR SWOONED NOR UTTERED CRY ALL HER MAIDENS WATCHING SAID SHE MUST WEEP OR SHE WILL DIE THEN THEY PRAISED HIM SOFT AND LOW CALLED HIM WORTHY TO BE LOVED TRUEST FRIEND AND NOBLEST FOE YET SHE NEITHER SPOKE NOR MOVED
phonemes: hˈoʊm ðeɪ bɹˈɔːt hɜː wˈɔːɹɪɚ dˈɛd: ʃiː nˈɔːɹ swˈuːnd, nˈɔːɹ ˈʌɾɚd kɹˈaɪ; ˈɔːl hɜː mˈeɪdənz, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ, sˈɛd, "ʃiː mˈʌst wˈiːp ɔːɹ ʃiː wɪl dˈaɪ." ðˈɛn ðeɪ pɹˈeɪzd hˌɪm, sˈɔft ænd lˈoʊ, kˈɔːld hˌɪm wˈɜːði təbi lˈʌvd, tɹˈuːəst fɹˈɛnd ænd nˈoʊbəlɪst fˈoʊ; jˈɛt ʃiː nˈiːðɚ spˈoʊk nˈɔːɹ mˈuːvd.