Poeme : The Lady With The Golden Cloak

Like a feather she was, amongst the flowing flock
The silent lady with the golden cloak
Standing still behind an invisible wall of stone
The discreet young lady like a whisper was gone

The mysterious lady with a guarded face
Showing no signs of sorrow or happiness
Merely walking in this gloomy place
A crowded world so full of loneliness

What is hidden behind this wooden mask
A question no one has ever dared to ask
From the delicate features of her face
A beaming smile would be my only guess

likə a fəatœʁ ʃə was, amɔ̃ɡst tə flɔwiŋ flɔk
tə sile ladi wit tə ɡɔldɛ̃ klɔak
stɑ̃diŋ stij bəɛ̃d ɑ̃ ɛ̃viziblə wal ɔf stɔnə
tə diskʁi iuŋ ladi likə a wispe was ɡɔnə

tə mistəʁjus ladi wit a ɡaʁdεd fasə
ʃɔwiŋ no siɲz- ɔf sɔʁɔw ɔʁ-apinεs
məʁəli walkiŋ ɛ̃ ti ɡlumi plasə
a kʁɔwdεd wɔʁld so fyl ɔf lɔnəlinεs

wa is idɛ̃ bəɛ̃d ti wudɛ̃ mask
a kεstjɔ̃ no ɔnə-as əve daʁεd to ask
fʁɔm tə dəlikatə fəatyʁəz- ɔf εʁ fasə
a bəamiŋ smilə wuld bə mi ɔ̃li ɡεs