text_original: Too soon art thou clad in white, my spouse: Who placed that garland above thy heart Which shall wreathe to morrow thy bridal brows? How quiet and mute and strange thou art!
text_transcription: TOO SOON ART THOU CLAD IN WHITE MY SPOUSE WHO PLACE THAT GARLAND ABOVE THY HEART WHICH SHALL WREATH TO MORROW THY BRIDAL BROWS HOW QUIET AND MUTE AND STRANGE THOU ART
phonemes: tˈuː sˈuːn ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ klˈæd ɪn wˈaɪt, maɪ spˈaʊs: hˌuː plˈeɪst ðæt ɡˈɑːɹlənd əbˌʌv ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt wˌɪtʃ ʃˌæl ɹˈiːð tə mˈɑːɹoʊ ðˌaɪ bɹˈaɪdəl bɹˈaʊz? hˌaʊ kwˈaɪət ænd mjˈuːt ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt!