text_original: Not a blink shall burn to night In my chamber, of sordid light; Nought will I have, not a window pane, 'Twixt me and the air and the great good rain, Which ever shall sing me sharp lullabies; And God's own darkness shall close mine eyes; And I will sleep, with all things blest, In the pure earth shadow of natural rest.
text_transcription: NOT A BLINK SHALL BURN TO NIGHT IN MY CHAMBER OF SORDID LIGHT NOUGHT WILL I HAVE NOT A WINDOW PANE TWIXT ME AND THE AIR AND THE GREAT GOOD RAIN WHICH EVER SHALL SING ME SHARP LULLABIES AND GOD'S OWN DARKNESS SHALL CLOSE MINE EYES AND I WILL SLEEP WITH ALL THINGS BLEST IN THE PURE EARTH'S SHADOW OF NATURAL REST
phonemes: nˌɑːɾə blˈɪŋk ʃˌæl bˈɜːn tə nˈaɪt ɪn maɪ tʃˈeɪmbɚ, ʌv sˈɔːɹdɪd lˈaɪt; nˈɔːt wɪl aɪ hˈæv, nˌɑːɾə wˈɪndoʊ pˈeɪn, twˈɪkst mˌiː ænd ðɪ ˈɛɹ ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈʊd ɹˈeɪn, wˌɪtʃ ˈɛvɚ ʃˌæl sˈɪŋ mˌiː ʃˈɑːɹp lˈʌləbˌaɪz; ænd ɡˈɑːdz ˈoʊn dˈɑːɹknəs ʃˌæl klˈoʊz mˈaɪn ˈaɪz; ænd aɪ wɪl slˈiːp, wɪð ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz blˈɛst, ɪnðə pjˈʊɹ ˈɜːθ ʃˈædoʊ ʌv nˈætʃɚɹəl ɹˈɛst.