text_original: Only the snow can reach her as she lies, Far and serene, and with cold finger tips Seal soft the lovely quiet of her lips And lightly veil the shadows of her eyes. Man has no part  his little, noisy years Rise to her silence thin and impotent   There are no echoes in that vast content, No doubts, no dreams, no laughter and no tears!
text_transcription: ONLY THE SNOW CAN REACH HER AS SHE LIES FAR AND SERENE AND WITH COLD FINGER TIPS SEALS SOFT THE LOVELY QUIET OF HER LIPS AND LIGHTLY VEIL THE SHADOWS OF HER EYES MAN HAS NO PART HIS LITTLE NOISY YEARS RISE TO HER SILENCE THIN AND IMPOTENT THERE ARE NO ECHOES IN THAT VAST CONTENT NO DOUBTS NO DREAMS NO LAUGHTER AND NO TEARS
phonemes: ˈoʊnli ðə snˈoʊ kæn ɹˈiːtʃ hɜːɹ æz ʃiː lˈaɪz, fˈɑːɹ ænd sɚɹˈiːn, ænd wɪð kˈoʊld fˈɪŋɡɚ tˈɪps sˈiːl sˈɔft ðə lˈʌvli kwˈaɪət ʌv hɜː lˈɪps ænd lˈaɪtli vˈeɪl ðə ʃˈædoʊz ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz. mˈæn hɐz nˈoʊ pˈɑːɹt hɪz lˈɪɾəl, nˈɔɪzi jˈɪɹz ɹˈaɪz tə hɜː sˈaɪləns θˈɪn ænd ˈɪmpətənt ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈoʊ ˈɛkoʊz ɪn ðæt vˈæst kˈɑːntɛnt, nˈoʊ dˈaʊts, nˈoʊ dɹˈiːmz, nˈoʊ lˈæftɚ ænd nˈoʊ tˈɪɹz!