text_original: What her dreams are, who can tell? Mute the steersman; why, if he Speaketh not a word, should we? II. Dead, she drifteth to his feet. Close, her eyes keep secrets sweet. Living, he had loved her well.
text_transcription: WHAT HER DREAMS ARE WHO CAN TELL MUTE THIS DEAREST MAN WHY IF HE SPEAKETH NOT A WORD SHOULD WE TWO DEAD SHE DRIFTETH TO HIS FEET CLOSE HER EYES KEEP SECRETS SWEET LIVING HE HAD LOVED HER WELL
phonemes: wˌʌt hɜː dɹˈiːmz ɑːɹ, hˌuː kæn tˈɛl? mjˈuːt ðə stˈɪɹzmən; wˈaɪ, ɪf hiː spˈiːkəθ nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd, ʃˈʊd wiː? ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. dˈɛd, ʃiː dɹˈɪftəθ tə hɪz fˈiːt. klˈoʊs, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz kˈiːp sˈiːkɹᵻts swˈiːt. lˈɪvɪŋ, hiː hæd lˈʌvd hɜː wˈɛl.