text_original: Even silence is but sound. Deeper, softer, more profound ! All the portals were thrown wide ! Stretching far on either side Ran the streets, like silver mist, By the moon's pale splendor kissed ; And adown the shadowy way.
text_transcription: EVEN SILENCE IS BUT SOUND DEEPER SOFTER MORE PROFOUND ALL THE PORTALS WERE THROWN WIDE STRETCHING FAR ON EITHER SIDE RAN THE STREETS LIKE SILVER MIST BY THE MOON'S PALE SPLENDOUR KISSED AND ADOWN THE SHADOWY WAY
phonemes: ˈiːvən sˈaɪləns ɪz bˌʌt sˈaʊnd. dˈiːpɚ, sˈɔftɚ, mˈɔːɹ pɹəfˈaʊnd ! ˈɔːl ðə pˈɔːɹɾəlz wɜː θɹˈoʊn wˈaɪd ! stɹˈɛtʃɪŋ fˈɑːɹ ˌɔn ˈiːðɚ sˈaɪd ɹˈæn ðə stɹˈiːts, lˈaɪk sˈɪlvɚ mˈɪst, baɪ ðə mˈuːnz pˈeɪl splˈɛndɚ kˈɪst ; ænd ɐdˈaʊn ðə ʃˈædoʊi wˈeɪ.