text_original: II No shade of pinnacle or tree or tower, While earth endures, Will fall on my mound and within the hour Steal on to yours; One robin never haunt our two green covertures. III Some organ may resound on Sunday noons By where you lie, Some other thrill the panes with other tunes Where moulder I; No selfsame chords compose our common lullaby.
text_transcription: TWO NO SHADE OF PINNACLE OR TREE OR TOWER WHILE EARTH ENDURES WILL FALL ON MY MOUNT AND WITHIN THE HOUR STEAL ON TWO YEARS ONE ROBIN NEVER HAUNT OUR TWO GREEN COVERTITURES THREE SOME ORGAN MAY RESOUND ON SUNDAY NOONS BY WHERE YOU LIE SOME OTHER THRILL THE PAINS WITH OTHER TUNES WHERE MOULD AYE NO SELF SAME CHORDS COMPOSE OUR COMMON LULLABI
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː nˈoʊ ʃˈeɪd ʌv pˈɪnəkəl ɔːɹ tɹˈiː ɔːɹ tˈaʊɚ, wˌaɪl ˈɜːθ ɛndˈʊɹz, wɪl fˈɔːl ˌɔn maɪ mˈaʊnd ænd wɪðˌɪn ðɪ ˈaʊɚ stˈiːl ˌɔn tə jˈɔːɹz; wˈʌn ɹˈɑːbɪn nˈɛvɚ hˈɔːnt ˌaʊɚ tˈuː ɡɹˈiːn kˈʌvɚtʃɚz. ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː sˌʌm ˈɔːɹɡən mˈeɪ ɹᵻzˈaʊnd ˌɔn sˈʌndeɪ nˈuːnz baɪ wˌɛɹ juː lˈaɪ, sˌʌm ˈʌðɚ θɹˈɪl ðə pˈeɪnz wɪð ˈʌðɚ tˈuːnz wˌɛɹ mˈoʊldɚɹ ˈaɪ; nˈoʊ sˈɛlfseɪm kˈɔːɹdz kəmpˈoʊz ˌaʊɚ kˈɑːmən lˈʌləbˌaɪ.