text_original: Such is the fate of Gosford's knight, Who keeps his wisdom out of sight; Whose uncommunicative heart Will scarce one precious word impart: Still rapt in speculations deep, His outward senses fast asleep; Who, while I talk, a song will hum, Or with his fingers beat the drum; Beyond the skies transports his mind, And leaves a lifeless corpse behind.
text_transcription: SUCH IS THE FATE OF GOSFORD'S KNIGHT WHO KEEPS HIS WISDOM OUT OF SIGHT WHOSE UNCOMMUNICATIVE HEART WILL SCARCE ONE PRECIOUS WORD IMPART STILL WRAPT IN SPECULATIONS DEEP HIS OUTWARD SENSES FAST ASLEEP WHO WHILE I TALK A SONG WILL HUM OR WITH HIS FINGERS BEAT THE DRUM BEYOND THE SKIES TRANSPORTS HIS MIND AND LEAVES A LIFELESS CORPSE BEHIND
phonemes: sˈʌtʃ ɪz ðə fˈeɪt ʌv ɡˈɑːsfɚdz nˈaɪt, hˌuː kˈiːps hɪz wˈɪzdəm ˌaʊɾəv sˈaɪt; hˌuːz ʌŋkəmjˈuːnɪkətˌɪv hˈɑːɹt wɪl skˈɛɹs wˈʌn pɹˈɛʃəs wˈɜːd ɪmpˈɑːɹt: stˈɪl ɹˈæpt ɪn spˌɛkjʊlˈeɪʃənz dˈiːp, hɪz ˈaʊtwɚd sˈɛnsᵻz fˈæst ɐslˈiːp; hˈuː, wˌaɪl aɪ tˈɔːk, ɐ sˈɔŋ wɪl hˈʌm, ɔːɹ wɪð hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚz bˈiːt ðə dɹˈʌm; bᵻjˌɔnd ðə skˈaɪz tɹˈænspɔːɹts hɪz mˈaɪnd, ænd lˈiːvz ɐ lˈaɪfləs kˈɔːɹps bᵻhˈaɪnd.