text_original: And still the sad hours crept Within uncounted, the while hopes and fears Swayed our full hearts, and overflowed in tears That fell in silence, as she waked or slept, Still drawing nearer to that unknown shore Whence foot of mortal cometh nevermore, And still the rain was as a pulse that kept Time as the slow hours crept.
text_transcription: AND STILL THE SAD HOURS CREPT WITHIN UNCOUNTED THE WHILE HOPES AND FEARS SWAYED OUR FULL HEARTS AND OVERFLOWED IN TEARS THAT FELL IN SILENCE AS SHE WAKED OR SLEPT STILL DRAWING NEARER TO THAT UNKNOWN SHORE WHENCE FOOT OF MORTAL COMETH NEVER MORE AND STILL THE RAIN WAS AS A PULSE THAT KEPT TIME AS THE SLOW HOURS CREPT
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl ðə sˈæd ˈaʊɚz kɹˈɛpt wɪðˌɪn ʌŋkˈaʊntᵻd, ðə wˈaɪl hˈoʊps ænd fˈɪɹz swˈeɪd ˌaʊɚ fˈʊl hˈɑːɹts, ænd ˌoʊvɚflˈoʊd ɪn tˈɪɹz ðæt fˈɛl ɪn sˈaɪləns, æz ʃiː wˈeɪkt ɔːɹ slˈɛpt, stˈɪl dɹˈɔːɪŋ nˈɪɹɚ tə ðæt ʌnnˈoʊn ʃˈɔːɹ wˈɛns fˈʊt ʌv mˈɔːɹɾəl kˈʌməθ nˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ, ænd stˈɪl ðə ɹˈeɪn wʌz æz ɐ pˈʌls ðæt kˈɛpt tˈaɪm æz ðə slˈoʊ ˈaʊɚz kɹˈɛpt.