text_original: 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? Day shows us not such comfort anywhere   Dwells it in Darkness? Do ye find it there?
text_transcription: 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 DAY SHOWS US NOT SUCH COMFORT ANYWHERE DWELLS IT IN DARKNESS DO YOU FIND IT THERE
phonemes: 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? dˈeɪ ʃˈoʊz ˌʌs nˌɑːt sˈʌtʃ kˈʌmfɚt ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ dwˈɛlz ɪɾ ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs? dˈuː jiː fˈaɪnd ɪt ðˈɛɹ?