text_original: XXII _Enough of Singing_ Enough of singing; since your heart is tired, We'll leave the lute, so long, so long desired, And in the silence speak one quiet word, Simple as earth, forgetting song and bird. No more of singing; mating time has sped, In the broad fields the poppy lips are red.
text_transcription: SONYA ENOUGH OF SINGING ENOUGH OF SINGING SINCE YOUR HEART IS TIRED WE'LL LEAVE THE LUTE SO LONG SO LONG DESIRED AND IN THE SILENCE SPEAK ONE QUIET WORD SIMPLE AS EARTH FORGETTING SONG AND BIRD NO MORE OF SINGING MATING TIME HAS SPED IN THE BROAD FIELDS THE POPPY LIPS ARE RED
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti tˈuː ɪnˈʌf ʌv sˈɪŋɪŋ ɪnˈʌf ʌv sˈɪŋɪŋ; sˈɪns jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt ɪz tˈaɪɚd, wiːl lˈiːv ðə lˈuːt, sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ, sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ dɪzˈaɪɚd, ænd ɪnðə sˈaɪləns spˈiːk wˈʌn kwˈaɪət wˈɜːd, sˈɪmpəl æz ˈɜːθ, fɚɡˈɛɾɪŋ sˈɔŋ ænd bˈɜːd. nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ʌv sˈɪŋɪŋ; mˈeɪɾɪŋ tˈaɪm hɐz spˈɛd, ɪnðə bɹˈɔːd fˈiːldz ðə pˈɑːpi lˈɪps ɑːɹ ɹˈɛd.