text_original: My lips were dumb, But my soul cried " Come 0 Death without breath And with sweet closed eyes, sleep waking, A star high set ? Twixt thy quiet brows of jet And a dove above The peace in thine ice cold breast. 1 will give thee my hand in thy hand, I will rise and depart, I will go to thy land. To thy heart I will give my heart With its tortured burning and aching.
text_transcription: MY LIPS WERE DUMB BUT MY SOUL CRIED COME O DEATH WITHOUT BREATH AND WITH SWEET CLOSED EYES SLEEP WAKING A STAR HIGH SET TWIXT THY QUIET BROWS OF JET AND THE DOVE ABOVE THE PEACE IN THINE ICE COLD BREAST I WILL GIVE THEE MY HAND IN THY HAND I WILL RISE AND DEPART I WILL GO TO THY LAND TO THY HEART I WILL GIVE MY HEART WITH ITS TORTURED BURNING AND ACHING
phonemes: maɪ lˈɪps wɜː dˈʌm, bˌʌt maɪ sˈoʊl kɹˈaɪd " kˈʌm zˈiəɹoʊ dˈɛθ wɪðˌaʊt bɹˈɛθ ænd wɪð swˈiːt klˈoʊzd ˈaɪz, slˈiːp wˈeɪkɪŋ, ɐ stˈɑːɹ hˈaɪ sˈɛt ? twˈɪkst ðˌaɪ kwˈaɪət bɹˈaʊz ʌv dʒˈɛt ænd ɐ dˈʌv əbˌʌv ðə pˈiːs ɪn ðaɪn ˈaɪs kˈoʊld bɹˈɛst. wˈʌn wɪl ɡˈɪv ðiː maɪ hˈænd ɪn ðˌaɪ hˈænd, aɪ wɪl ɹˈaɪz ænd dᵻpˈɑːɹt, aɪ wɪl ɡˌoʊ tə ðˌaɪ lˈænd. tə ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt aɪ wɪl ɡˈɪv maɪ hˈɑːɹt wɪð ɪts tˈɔːɹtʃɚd bˈɜːnɪŋ ænd ˈeɪkɪŋ.