text_original: Poor laugh, more slender than her song It seems; and there are none to hear it With even the stopped ears of the strong For breaking heart or broken spirit. The friends who clamored for her place, And would have scratched her for her face, Have lost her laughter for so long That none would care enough to fear it.
text_transcription: POOR LAUGH MORE SLENDER THAN HER SONG IT SEEMS AND THERE ARE NONE TO HEAR IT WITH EVEN THE STOPPED EARS OF THE STRONG FOR BREAKING HEART OR BROKEN SPIRIT THE FRIENDS WHO CLAMORED FOR HER PLACE AND WOULD HAVE SCRATCHED HER FOR HER FACE HAVE LOST HER LAUGHTER FOR SO LONG THAT NONE WOULD CARE ENOUGH TO FEAR IT
phonemes: pˈʊɹ lˈæf, mˈɔːɹ slˈɛndɚ ðɐn hɜː sˈɔŋ ɪt sˈiːmz; ænd ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈʌn tə hˈɪɹ ɪt wɪð ˈiːvən ðə stˈɑːpt ˈɪɹz ʌvðə stɹˈɔŋ fɔːɹ bɹˈeɪkɪŋ hˈɑːɹt ɔːɹ bɹˈoʊkən spˈɪɹɪt. ðə fɹˈɛndz hˌuː klˈæmɚd fɔːɹ hɜː plˈeɪs, ænd wʊdhɐv skɹˈætʃt hɜː fɔːɹ hɜː fˈeɪs, hæv lˈɔst hɜː lˈæftɚ fɔːɹ sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ ðæt nˈʌn wʊd kˈɛɹ ɪnˈʌf tə fˈɪɹ ɪt.