text_original: Be silent now, oh, moon, and be you dumb, Oh too importunate stars ! I will not hear Your dulcet tales that make my senses numb With easeless longing, for the hour is near When I will go, who with my love abide, Dreaming across your luminous seas no more To the far gates of heaven, where the tide Flings wrack of worlds upon the reverberate shore.
text_transcription: BE SILENT NOW O MOON AND BE YOU DUMB O TWO IMPORTUNATE STARS I WILL NOT HEAR YOUR DULL SAID TALES THAT MAKE MY SENSES NUMB WITH EASELESS LONGING FOR THE HOUR IS NEAR WHEN I WILL GO WHO WITH MY LOVE ABIDE DREAMING ACROSS YOUR LUMINOUS SEAS NO MORE TO THE FAR GATES OF HEAVEN WHERE THE TIDE FLINGS WRECK OF WORLDS UPON THE REVERBERATE SHORE
phonemes: biː sˈaɪlənt nˈaʊ, ˈoʊ, mˈuːn, ænd biː juː dˈʌm, ˈoʊ tˈuː ˌɪmpɔːɹtˈuːneɪt stˈɑːɹz ! aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt hˈɪɹ jʊɹ dˈʌlsɪt tˈeɪlz ðæt mˌeɪk maɪ sˈɛnsᵻz nˈʌm wɪð ˈiːzləs lˈɔŋɪŋ, fɚðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ɪz nˌɪɹ wɛn aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ, hˌuː wɪð maɪ lˈʌv ɐbˈaɪd, dɹˈiːmɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs jʊɹ lˈuːmɪnəs sˈiːz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tə ðə fˈɑːɹ ɡˈeɪts ʌv hˈɛvən, wˌɛɹ ðə tˈaɪd flˈɪŋz ɹˈæk ʌv wˈɜːldz əpˌɑːn ðə ɹᵻvˈɜːbɚɹˌeɪt ʃˈɔːɹ.