text_original: and find we silence there? Like soft shut lilies, all your faces glow With some strange peace our faces never know, With some strange faith our faces never dare,   Dwells it in Darkness? Do you find it there? Is it a Bosom where tired heads may lie? Is it a Mouth to kiss our weeping dry? Is it a Hand to still the pulse's leap? Is it a Voice that holds the runes of sleep?
text_transcription: AND FIND WE SILENCE THERE LIKE SOFT SHUT LILIES ALL YOUR FACES GLOW WITH SOME STRANGE PEACE OUR FACES NEVER KNOW WITH SOME STRANGE FAITH OUR FACES NEVER DARE DWELLS IT IN DARKNESS DO YOU FIND IT THERE IS IT A BOSOM WHERE TIRED HEADS MAY LIE IS IT A MOUTH TO KISS OUR WEEPING DRY IS IT A HAND TO STILL THE PULSE ASLEEP IS IT A VOICE THAT HOLDS THE RUINS OF SLEEP
phonemes: ænd fˈaɪnd wiː sˈaɪləns ðˈɛɹ? lˈaɪk sˈɔft ʃˈʌt lˈɪliz, ˈɔːl jʊɹ fˈeɪsᵻz ɡlˈoʊ wɪð sˌʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ pˈiːs ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪsᵻz nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊ, wɪð sˌʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ fˈeɪθ ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪsᵻz nˈɛvɚ dˈɛɹ,   dwˈɛlz ɪɾ ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs? dˈuː juː fˈaɪnd ɪt ðˈɛɹ? ɪz ɪɾ ɐ bˈʊzəm wˌɛɹ tˈaɪɚd hˈɛdz mˈeɪ lˈaɪ? ɪz ɪɾ ɐ mˈaʊθ tə kˈɪs ˌaʊɚ wˈiːpɪŋ dɹˈaɪ? ɪz ɪɾ ɐ hˈænd tə stˈɪl ðə pˈʌlsᵻz lˈiːp? ɪz ɪɾ ɐ vˈɔɪs ðæt hˈoʊldz ðə ɹˈuːnz ʌv slˈiːp?