text_original: O hearts that break and give no sign Save whitening lip and fading tresses, Till Death pours out his longed for wine Slow dropped from Misery's crushing presses,   If singing breath or echoing chord To every hidden pang were given, What endless melodies were poured, As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven!
text_transcription: O HEARTS THAT BREAK AND GIVE NO SIGN SAVE WHITENING LIP AND FADING TRESSES TILL DEATH POURS OUT HIS LONGED FOR WINE SLOW DROP FROM MISERY'S CRUSHING PRESSES IF SINGING BREATH OR ECHOING CHORD TO EVERY HIDDEN PANG WERE GIVEN WHAT ENDLESS MELODIES WERE POURED AS SAD AS EARTH AS SWEET AS HEAVEN
phonemes: ˈoʊ hˈɑːɹts ðæt bɹˈeɪk ænd ɡˈɪv nˈoʊ sˈaɪn sˈeɪv wˈaɪtənɪŋ lˈɪp ænd fˈeɪdɪŋ tɹˈɛsᵻz, tˈɪl dˈɛθ pˈɔːɹz ˈaʊt hɪz lˈɔŋd fɔːɹ wˈaɪn slˈoʊ dɹˈɑːpt fɹʌm mˈɪzɚɹiz kɹˈʌʃɪŋ pɹˈɛsᵻz,   ɪf sˈɪŋɪŋ bɹˈɛθ ɔːɹ ˈɛkoʊɪŋ kˈɔːɹd tʊ ˈɛvɹi hˈɪdən pˈæŋ wɜː ɡˈɪvən, wˌʌt ˈɛndləs mˈɛlədiz wɜː pˈɔːɹd, æz sˈæd æz ˈɜːθ, æz swˈiːt æz hˈɛvən!