text_original: It cannot distinguish between the glow Of a gleaming star, in the sky of gold, Or a spent cigar in the dust below— 'Twixt unclad Eve or a wanton bold; And ever if woman speaks what she feels (And feels consistent with God's great plan) It has cast her under its juggernaut wheels, Since the world began—since the world began.
text_transcription: IT CANNOT DISTINGUISH BETWEEN THE GLOW OF A GLEAMING STAR IN THE SKY OF GOLD OR A SPENT CIGAR IN THE DUST BELOW TWIXT UNCLAD EVE OR A WANTON BOLD AND EVER IF WOMAN SPEAKS WHAT SHE FEELS AND FEELS CONSISTENT WITH GOD'S GREAT PLAN IT HAS CAST HER UNDER ITS JUGGONAUT WHEELS SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN
phonemes: ɪt kænˈɑːt dɪstˈɪŋɡwɪʃ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ɡlˈoʊ əvə ɡlˈiːmɪŋ stˈɑːɹ, ɪnðə skˈaɪ ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ɔːɹ ɐ spˈɛnt sᵻɡˈɑːɹ ɪnðə dˈʌst bᵻlˈoʊ— twˈɪkst ʌŋklˈæd ˈiːv ɔːɹ ɐ wˈɔntən bˈoʊld; ænd ˈɛvɚ ɪf wˈʊmən spˈiːks wʌt ʃiː fˈiːlz (ænd fˈiːlz kənsˈɪstənt wɪð ɡˈɑːdz ɡɹˈeɪt plˈæn) ɪt hɐz kˈæst hɜːɹ ˌʌndɚɹ ɪts dʒˈʌɡɚnˌɔːt wˈiːlz, sˈɪns ðə wˈɜːld bɪɡˈæn—sˈɪns ðə wˈɜːld bɪɡˈæn.