text_original: Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
text_transcription: THEN THEY PRAISED HIM SOFT AND LOW CALLED HIM WORTHY TO BE LOVED TRUEST FRIEND AND NOBLEST FOE YET SHE NEITHER SPOKE NOR MOVED STOLE A MAIDEN FROM HER PLACE LIGHTLY TO THE WARRIORS STEPPED TOOK THE FACE CLOTH FROM THE FACE YET SHE NEITHER MOVED NOR WEPT
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðeɪ pɹˈeɪzd hˌɪm, sˈɔft ænd lˈoʊ, kˈɔːld hˌɪm wˈɜːði təbi lˈʌvd, tɹˈuːəst fɹˈɛnd ænd nˈoʊbəlɪst fˈoʊ; jˈɛt ʃiː nˈiːðɚ spˈoʊk nˈɔːɹ mˈuːvd. stˈoʊl ɐ mˈeɪdən fɹʌm hɜː plˈeɪs, lˈaɪtli tə ðə wˈɔːɹɪɚ stˈɛpt, tˈʊk ðə fˈeɪs klˈɔθ fɹʌmðə fˈeɪs; jˈɛt ʃiː nˈiːðɚ mˈuːvd nˈɔːɹ wˈɛpt.