text_original: The silver moon That somebody has spun so high To settle the question, yes or no, has caught In the net of the night's balloon, And sits with a smooth bland smile up there in the sky Smiling at naught, Unless the winking star that keeps her company Makes little jests at the bells' insanity, As if _he_ knew aught!
text_transcription: THE SILVER MOON THAT SOMEBODY HAS SPUN SO HIGH TO SETTLE THE QUESTION YES OR NO HAS CAUGHT IN THE NET OF THE NIGHT'S BALLOON AND SITS WITH A SMOOTH BLAND SMILE UP THERE IN THE SKY SMILING AT NOUGHT UNLESS THE WINKING STAR THAT KEEPS HER COMPANY MAKES LITTLE JESTS AT THE BELL'S INSANITY AS IF HE KNEW AUGHT
phonemes: ðə sˈɪlvɚ mˈuːn ðæt sˈʌmbɑːdi hɐz spˈʌn sˌoʊ hˈaɪ tə sˈɛɾəl ðə kwˈɛstʃən, jˈɛs ɔːɹ nˈoʊ, hɐz kˈɔːt ɪnðə nˈɛt ʌvðə nˈaɪts bəlˈuːn, ænd sˈɪts wɪð ɐ smˈuːð blˈænd smˈaɪl ˌʌp ðɛɹ ɪnðə skˈaɪ smˈaɪlɪŋ æt nˈɔːt, ʌnlˈɛs ðə wˈɪŋkɪŋ stˈɑːɹ ðæt kˈiːps hɜː kˈʌmpəni mˌeɪks lˈɪɾəl dʒˈɛsts æt ðə bˈɛlz ɪnsˈænᵻɾi, æz ɪf hiː nˈuː ˈɔːt!