text_original: 93 NO TEARS ARE THERE. She cannot weep — the springs are dry  No tears the eyelids hold ; She cannot feel — all feelings die, And soul lies dead and cold. Some day perchance the spell may break,  When long still years are o'er, From out the dust her heart may wake To feel and grieve once more.
text_transcription: NO TEARS ARE THERE SHE CANNOT WEEP THE SPRINGS ARE DRY NO TEARS THE EYELIDS HOLD SHE CANNOT FEEL ALL FEELINGS DIE AND SOUL LIES DEAD AND COLD SOME DAY PERCHANCE THE SPELL MAY BREAK WHEN LONG STILL YEARS ARE O'ER FROM OUT THE DUST HER HEART MAY WAKE TO FEEL AND GRIEVE ONCE MORE
phonemes: nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː nˈoʊ tˈɪɹz ɑːɹ ðˈɛɹ. ʃiː kænˈɑːt wˈiːp — ðə spɹˈɪŋz ɑːɹ dɹˈaɪ nˈoʊ tˈɪɹz ðɪ ˈaɪlɪdz hˈoʊld ; ʃiː kænˈɑːt fˈiːl — ˈɔːl fˈiːlɪŋz dˈaɪ, ænd sˈoʊl lˈaɪz dˈɛd ænd kˈoʊld. sˌʌm dˈeɪ pɚtʃˈæns ðə spˈɛl mˈeɪ bɹˈeɪk,  wˌɛn lˈɔŋ stˈɪl jˈɪɹz ɑːɹ ˈɔːɹ, fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə dˈʌst hɜː hˈɑːɹt mˈeɪ wˈeɪk tə fˈiːl ænd ɡɹˈiːv wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ.