text_original: Then we forgot the lovers ; for the room Was filling with a doom, The pressure of a Presence that we felt Had power with them that dwelt In many a distant land And with the dead, No word we said But in a stupor watched the firelight shed Glow on the fondled hand. 80 MARIONETTES. WE met After a year.
text_transcription: THEN WE FORGOT THE LOVERS FOR THE ROOM WAS FILLING WITH THE DOOM THE PRESSURE OF A PRESENCE THAT WE FELT HAD POWER WITH THEM THAT DWELT IN MANY A DISTANT LAND AND WITH THE DEAD NO WORD WE SAID BUT IN A STUPOR WATCHED THE FIRELIGHT SHED GLOW ON THE FONDLED HAND MARIONETTES WE MET AFTER A YEAR
phonemes: ðˈɛn wiː fɚɡˈɑːt ðə lˈʌvɚz ; fɚðə ɹˈuːm wʌz fˈɪlɪŋ wɪð ɐ dˈuːm, ðə pɹˈɛʃɚɹ əvə pɹˈɛzəns ðæt wiː fˈɛlt hæd pˈaʊɚ wɪð ðˌɛm ðæt dwˈɛlt ɪn mˈɛni ɐ dˈɪstənt lˈænd ænd wɪððə dˈɛd, nˈoʊ wˈɜːd wiː sˈɛd bˌʌt ɪn ɐ stˈuːpɚ wˈɑːtʃt ðə fˈaɪɚlaɪt ʃˈɛd ɡlˈoʊ ɔnðə fˈɑːndəld hˈænd. ˈeɪɾi mˌæɹɪoʊnˈɛts. wiː mˈɛt ˈæftɚɹ ɐ jˈɪɹ.