text_original: "It Is Not a Word" It is not a word spoken, Few words are said; Nor even a look of the eyes Nor a bend of the head, But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only memories waking That sleep so light a sleep.
text_transcription: IT IS NOT A WORD IT IS NOT A WORD SPOKEN FEW WORDS ARE SAID NOR EVEN A LOOK OF THE EYES NOR A BEND OF THE HEAD BUT ONLY A HUSH OF THE HEART THAT HAS TOO MUCH TO KEEP ONLY MEMORIES WAKING THAT SLEEP SO LIGHT ASLEEP
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd" ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd spˈoʊkən, fjˈuː wˈɜːdz ɑːɹ sˈɛd; nˈɔːɹ ˈiːvən ɐ lˈʊk ʌvðɪ ˈaɪz nˈɔːɹ ɐ bˈɛnd ʌvðə hˈɛd, bˌʌt ˈoʊnli ɐ hˈʌʃ ʌvðə hˈɑːɹt ðæt hɐz tˈuː mʌtʃ tə kˈiːp, ˈoʊnli mˈɛmɚɹiz wˈeɪkɪŋ ðæt slˈiːp sˌoʊ lˈaɪt ɐ slˈiːp.