text_original: Some inches round me though it brighten With light of music making thought, The dark indeed it may not lighten, The silence moves not, hearing nought.
text_transcription: SOME INCHES ROUND ME THOUGH IT BRIGHTEN WITH LIGHT OF MUSIC MAKING THOUGHT THE DARK INDEED IT MAY NOT LIGHTEN THE SILENCE MOVES NOT HEARING NOT
phonemes: sˌʌm ˈɪntʃᵻz ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː ðˌoʊ ɪt bɹˈaɪʔn̩ wɪð lˈaɪt ʌv mjˈuːzɪk mˌeɪkɪŋ θˈɔːt, ðə dˈɑːɹk ˌɪndˈiːd ɪt mˈeɪ nˌɑːt lˈaɪʔn̩, ðə sˈaɪləns mˈuːvz nˈɑːt, hˈɪɹɪŋ nˈɔːt.