text_original: They loved, but their story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers may come; They joyed, but the voice of their gladness is dumb.
text_transcription: THEY LOVED BUT THEIR STORY WE CANNOT UNFOLD THEY SCORNED BUT THE HEART OF THE HAUGHTY IS COLD THEY GRIEVED BUT NO WAIL FROM THEIR SLUMBERS MAY COME THEY JOY IT BUT THE VOICE OF THEIR GLADNESS IS STUNG
phonemes: ðeɪ lˈʌvd, bˌʌt ðɛɹ stˈɔːɹi wiː kænˈɑːt ʌnfˈoʊld; ðeɪ skˈɔːɹnd, bˌʌt ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə hˈɔːɾi ɪz kˈoʊld; ðeɪ ɡɹˈiːvd, bˌʌt nˈoʊ wˈeɪl fɹʌm ðɛɹ slˈʌmbɚz mˈeɪ kˈʌm; ðeɪ dʒˈɔɪd, bˌʌt ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv ðɛɹ ɡlˈædnəs ɪz dˈʌm.