text_original: "You mock me with denial, You mean to call me hard? You see no room for trial When all my doors are barred? You say, and you'd say dying, That I dream what I know; And sighing, and denying, You'd hold my hand and go.
text_transcription: YOU MOCK ME WITH DENIAL YOU MEAN TO CALL ME HARD YOU SEE NO ROOM FOR TRIAL WHEN ALL MY DOORS ARE BARRED YOU SAY AND YOU'D SAY DYING THAT I DREAM WHAT I KNOW AND SIGHING AND DENYING YOU'D HOLD MY HAND AND GO
phonemes: "juː mˈɑːk mˌiː wɪð dᵻnˈaɪəl, juː mˈiːn tə kˈɔːl mˌiː hˈɑːɹd? juː sˈiː nˈoʊ ɹˈuːm fɔːɹ tɹˈaɪəl wɛn ˈɔːl maɪ dˈɔːɹz ɑːɹ bˈɑːɹd? juː sˈeɪ, ænd juːd sˈeɪ dˈaɪɪŋ, ðæt aɪ dɹˈiːm wʌt aɪ nˈoʊ; ænd sˈaɪɪŋ, ænd dᵻnˈaɪɪŋ, juːd hˈoʊld maɪ hˈænd ænd ɡˈoʊ.