text_original: Death is a mood of life. It is no whim By which life's Giver mocks a broken heart. Death is life's reticence. Still audible to Him, The hushed voice, happy, speaketh on, apart.
text_transcription: DEATH IS A MOOD OF LIFE IT IS NO WHIM BY WHICH LIFE'S GIVER MOCKS A BROKEN HEART DEATH IS LIFE'S RETICENCE STILL AUDIBLE TO HIM THE HUSHED VOICE HAPPY SPEAKETH ON APART
phonemes: dˈɛθ ɪz ɐ mˈuːd ʌv lˈaɪf. ɪɾ ɪz nˈoʊ wˈɪm baɪ wˌɪtʃ lˈaɪfz ɡˈɪvɚ mˈɑːks ɐ bɹˈoʊkən hˈɑːɹt. dˈɛθ ɪz lˈaɪfz ɹˈɛɾɪsəns. stˈɪl ˈɔːdᵻbəl tə hˌɪm, ðə hˈʌʃt vˈɔɪs, hˈæpi, spˈiːkəθ ˈɔn, ɐpˈɑːɹt.