text_original: Bereft enough to shame a sage And given little to long sighing, With no illusion to assuage The lonely changelessness of dying,   Unsought, unthought of, and unheard, She sings and watches like a bird, Safe in a comfortable cage From which there will be no more flying.
text_transcription: BEREFT ENOUGH TO SHAME A STAGE AND GIVEN LITTLE TO LONG SIGHING WITH NO ILLUSION TO ASSUAGE THE LONELY CHANGELESSNESS OF DYING UNSOUGHT UNTHOUGHT OF AND UNHEARD SHE SINGS AND WATCHES LIKE A BIRD SAVE IN A COMFORTABLE CAGE FROM WHICH THERE WILL BE NO MORE FLYING
phonemes: bᵻɹˈɛft ɪnˈʌf tə ʃˈeɪm ɐ sˈeɪdʒ ænd ɡˈɪvən lˈɪɾəl tə lˈɔŋ sˈaɪɪŋ, wɪð nˈoʊ ɪlˈuːʒən tʊ ɐswˈeɪdʒ ðə lˈoʊnli tʃˈeɪndʒləsnəs ʌv dˈaɪɪŋ,   ʌnsˈɔːt, ʌnθˈɔːt ʌv, ænd ʌnhˈɜːd, ʃiː sˈɪŋz ænd wˈɑːtʃᵻz lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɜːd, sˈeɪf ɪn ɐ kˈʌmftəbəl kˈeɪdʒ fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ ðɛɹ wɪl biː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ flˈaɪɪŋ.