text_original: It is woman who sits with her starved desire, And drinks to sorrow in cups of tears; She reads by the light of her soul on fire The secrets of love through lonely years: But out of all she has felt or heard Or read by the glow of her soul's white flame, If she dare but utter aloud one word— How the world cries shame!
text_transcription: IT IS WOMAN WHO SITS WITH HER STARVED DESIRE AND DRINKS TO SORROW IN CUPS OF TEARS SHE READS BY THE LIGHT OF HER SOUL ON FIRE THE SECRETS OF LOVE THROUGH LONELY YEARS BUT OUT OF ALL SHE HAS FELT OR HEARD OR READ BY THE GLOW OF HER SOUL'S WHITE FLAME IF SHE DARE BUT UTTER ALOUD ONE WORD HOW THE WORLD CRIES SHAME
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz wˈʊmən hˌuː sˈɪts wɪð hɜː stˈɑːɹvd dɪzˈaɪɚ, ænd dɹˈɪŋks tə sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪn kˈʌps ʌv tˈɪɹz; ʃiː ɹˈiːdz baɪ ðə lˈaɪt ʌv hɜː sˈoʊl ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ ðə sˈiːkɹᵻts ʌv lˈʌv θɹuː lˈoʊnli jˈɪɹz: bˌʌt ˌaʊɾəv ˈɔːl ʃiː hɐz fˈɛlt ɔːɹ hˈɜːd ɔːɹ ɹˈiːd baɪ ðə ɡlˈoʊ ʌv hɜː sˈoʊlz wˈaɪt flˈeɪm, ɪf ʃiː dˈɛɹ bˌʌt ˈʌɾɚɹ ɐlˈaʊd wˈʌn wˈɜːd— hˌaʊ ðə wˈɜːld kɹˈaɪz ʃˈeɪm!