text_original: 80 THE SILENT LOVER I CANNOT sing, I have no words To love you, hate you, make you mine  To win your ear like mating birds, To brim your veins with wanton wine ; But all my longing senses cry Their faltering, broken oratory.
text_transcription: THE SILENT LOVER I CANNOT SING I HAVE NO WORDS TO LOVE YOU HATE YOU MAKE YOU MINE TO WIN YOUR EAR LIKE MATING BIRDS TO BRIM YOUR VEINS WITH WANTON WINE BUT ALL MY LONGING SENSES CRY THEIR FALTERING BROKEN ORATORY
phonemes: ˈeɪɾi ðə sˈaɪlənt lˈʌvɚɹ aɪ kænˈɑːt sˈɪŋ, aɪ hæv nˈoʊ wˈɜːdz tə lˈʌv juː, hˈeɪt juː, mˌeɪk juː mˈaɪn tə wˈɪn jʊɹ ˈɪɹ lˈaɪk mˈeɪɾɪŋ bˈɜːdz, tə bɹˈɪm jʊɹ vˈeɪnz wɪð wˈɔntən wˈaɪn ; bˌʌt ˈɔːl maɪ lˈɔŋɪŋ sˈɛnsᵻz kɹˈaɪ ðɛɹ fˈɔltɚɹɪŋ, bɹˈoʊkən ˈɔːɹətˌɔːɹi.