text_original: Will ye, in silence holier than speech, Tell that our ways are one*? — That I, as ye, vanish awhile in day (The day we reckon night), Till dusks of birth reveal the backward way To darkness reckoned light?
text_transcription: WILL YE IN SILENCE HOLIER THAN SPEECH TELL THAT OUR WAYS ARE ONE THAT I AS YE VANISH AWHILE IN DAY THE DAY WE RECKON NIGHT TILL DUSKS OF BIRTH REVEAL THE BACKWARD WAY TO DARKNESS RECKONED LIGHT
phonemes: wɪl jˈiː, ɪn sˈaɪləns hˈoʊliɚ ðɐn spˈiːtʃ, tˈɛl ðæt ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪz ɑːɹ wˈʌn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk? — ðæt ˈaɪ, æz jˈiː, vˈænɪʃ ɐwˈaɪl ɪn dˈeɪ (ðə dˈeɪ wiː ɹˈɛkən nˈaɪt), tˈɪl dˈʌsks ʌv bˈɜːθ ɹᵻvˈiːl ðə bˈækwɚd wˈeɪ tə dˈɑːɹknəs ɹˈɛkənd lˈaɪt?