text_original: No answer; like a shell the silence curls, And far within it leans a whisper out, Breathless and inarticulate, and whirls And dies as dies an ailing dread or doubt.
text_transcription: NO ANSWER LIKE A SHELL THE SILENCE CURLS AND FAR WITHIN IT LEANS A WHISPER OUT BREATHLESS AND INARTICULATE AND WHIRLS AND DIES AS DIES AN AILING DREAD OR DOUBT
phonemes: nˈoʊ ˈænsɚ; lˈaɪk ɐ ʃˈɛl ðə sˈaɪləns kˈɜːlz, ænd fˈɑːɹ wɪðˌɪn ɪt lˈiːnz ɐ wˈɪspɚɹ ˈaʊt, bɹˈɛθləs ænd ɪnɑːɹtˈɪkjʊlˌeɪt, ænd wˈɜːlz ænd dˈaɪz æz dˈaɪz ɐn ˈeɪlɪŋ dɹˈɛd ɔːɹ dˈaʊt.