text_original: But though they pass, and vanish, I am there. I watch his rough hands meet beneath her hair, Their broken speech sounds sweet to me like prayer.
text_transcription: BUT THOUGH THEY PASS AND VANISH I AM THERE I WATCH HIS ROUGH HANDS MEET BENEATH HER HAIR THEIR BROKEN SPEECH SOUNDS SWEET TO ME LIKE PRAYER
phonemes: bˌʌt ðˌoʊ ðeɪ pˈæs, ænd vˈænɪʃ, aɪɐm ðˈɛɹ. aɪ wˈɑːtʃ hɪz ɹˈʌf hˈændz mˈiːt bᵻnˌiːθ hɜː hˈɛɹ, ðɛɹ bɹˈoʊkən spˈiːtʃ sˈaʊndz swˈiːt tə mˌiː lˈaɪk pɹˈɛɹ.