text_original: Then you would look with lonely eyes   Lift your head   And you would stir, and sigh, and say   "She is dead." Baffled by death and love, I lean Through the gloom. O Lord of life! am I forbid To cross the room?
text_transcription: THEN YOU WOULD LOOK WITH LONELY EYES LIFT YOUR HEAD AND YOU WOULD STIR AND SIGH AND SAY SHE IS DEAD BAFFLED BY DEATH AND LOVE I LEAN THROUGH THE GLOOM O LORD OF LIFE AM I FORBID TO CROSS THE ROOM
phonemes: ðˈɛn juː wʊd lˈʊk wɪð lˈoʊnli ˈaɪz lˈɪft jʊɹ hˈɛd ænd juː wʊd stˈɜː, ænd sˈaɪ, ænd sˈeɪ   "ʃiː ɪz dˈɛd." bˈæfəld baɪ dˈɛθ ænd lˈʌv, aɪ lˈiːn θɹuː ðə ɡlˈuːm. ˈoʊ lˈɔːɹd ʌv lˈaɪf! æm aɪ fɚbˈɪd tə kɹˈɔs ðə ɹˈuːm?