text_original: Still the grim fates advance between ; Shadows divide us each from each,— There is no voice, nor sign, nor speech, — And the dumb night enfolds again The terraced garden and the plain, And the pale trees in tender gloom, The shaded lamp, the silent room.
text_transcription: STILL THE GRIM FATES ADVANCE BETWEEN SHADOWS DIVIDE US EACH FROM EACH THERE IS NO VOICE NO SIGN NO SPEECH AND THE DUMB NIGHT UNFOLDS AGAIN THE TERRACED GARDEN AND THE PLAIN AND THE PALE TREES IN TENDER GLOOM THE SHADED LAMP THE SILENT ROOM
phonemes: stˈɪl ðə ɡɹˈɪm fˈeɪts ɐdvˈæns bᵻtwˈiːn ; ʃˈædoʊz dᵻvˈaɪd ˌʌs ˈiːtʃ fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ,— ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ vˈɔɪs, nˈɔːɹ sˈaɪn, nˈɔːɹ spˈiːtʃ, — ænd ðə dˈʌm nˈaɪt ɛnfˈoʊldz ɐɡˈɛn ðə tˈɛɹɪst ɡˈɑːɹdən ænd ðə plˈeɪn, ænd ðə pˈeɪl tɹˈiːz ɪn tˈɛndɚ ɡlˈuːm, ðə ʃˈeɪdᵻd lˈæmp, ðə sˈaɪlənt ɹˈuːm.