text_original: She who had so mourned her brother had ver  ily found him again, and should sleep well at his side. <t>i\r) fier clvtov Kelffo/J ai, <f>ikov fiira. And though no wind ever rustles over the grave on which no scented heather springs, nor any bilberry bears its sprigs of greenest leaves and purple fruit, she will not miss them now ; she who wondered how any could imagine unquiet slumbers for them that sleep in the quiet earth.
text_transcription: SHE WHO HAD SO MOURNED HER BROTHER HAD VERILY FOUND HIM AGAIN AND SHOULD SLEEP WELL AT HIS SIDE FIT OUT TO CAYSU MAI FILU METTA AND THOUGH NO WIND EVER RUSTLES OVER THE GRAVE ON WHICH NO SCENTED HEATHER SPRINGS NOR ANY BILBERRY BEARS ITS SPRIGS OF GREENEST LEAVES AND PURPLE FRUIT SHE WILL NOT MISS THEM NOW SHE WHO WONDERED HOW ANY COULD IMAGINE UNQUIET SLUMBERS FOR THEM THAT SLEEP IN THE QUIET EARTH
phonemes: ʃiː hˌuː hæd sˌoʊ mˈɔːɹnd hɜː bɹˈʌðɚ hæd vˈɜː wˈaɪli fˈaʊnd hˌɪm ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ʃˌʊd slˈiːp wˈɛl æt hɪz sˈaɪd. tˈiː ˈaɪ bˈækslæʃ ˈɑːɹ) fˈɪɹ sˌiːˌɛlvˈiːtˈɑːv kˈɛlfoʊ slˈæʃ dʒˈeɪ ˌeɪˈaɪ, ˈɛf ˈaɪkɑːv fɪˈiəɹə. ænd ðˌoʊ nˈoʊ wˈɪnd ˈɛvɚ ɹˈʌsəlz ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɡɹˈeɪv ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ nˈoʊ sˈɛntᵻd hˈɛðɚ spɹˈɪŋz, nˈɔːɹ ˌɛni bˈɪlbɛɹi bˈɛɹz ɪts spɹˈɪɡz ʌv ɡɹˈiːnɪst lˈiːvz ænd pˈɜːpəl fɹˈuːt, ʃiː wɪl nˌɑːt mˈɪs ðˌɛm nˈaʊ ; ʃiː hˌuː wˈʌndɚd hˌaʊ ˌɛni kʊd ɪmˈædʒɪn ʌŋkwˈaɪət slˈʌmbɚz fɔːɹ ðˌɛm ðæt slˈiːp ɪnðə kwˈaɪət ˈɜːθ.