text_original: This silence too the while,— Its very hush and creeping Seem whispering us a smile; Something divine and dim Seems going by one's ear, Like parting wings of cherubim, Who say, " We \ e finished here."
text_transcription: THIS SILENCE TOO THE WHILE ITS VERY HUSH AND CREEPING SEEM WHISPERING AS A SMILE SOMETHING DIVINE AND DIM SEEMS GOING BY ONE'S EAR LIKE PARTING WINGS OF CHERUBIM WHO SAY WE'VE FINISHED HERE
phonemes: ðɪs sˈaɪləns tˈuː ðə wˈaɪl,— ɪts vˈɛɹi hˈʌʃ ænd kɹˈiːpɪŋ sˈiːm wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ ˌʌs ɐ smˈaɪl; sˈʌmθɪŋ dᵻvˈaɪn ænd dˈɪm sˈiːmz ɡˌoʊɪŋ baɪ wˈʌnz ˈɪɹ, lˈaɪk pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ wˈɪŋz ʌv tʃˈɛɹuːbɪm, hˌuː sˈeɪ, " wiː bˈækslæʃ ˈiː fˈɪnɪʃt hˈɪɹ."