text_original: 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? Out of the Day's deceiving light we call   Day that shows man so great, and God so small, That hides the stars, and magnifies the grass   O is the Darkness too a lying glass!
text_transcription: 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 OUT OF THE DAY'S DECEIVING LIGHT WE CALL DAY THAT SHOWS MAN SO GREAT AND GOD SO SMALL THAT HIDES THE STARS AND MAGNIFIES THE GRASS OH IS THE DARKNESS TOO A LYING GLASS
phonemes: 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? ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈeɪz dᵻsˈiːvɪŋ lˈaɪt wiː kˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðæt ʃˈoʊz mˈæn sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt, ænd ɡˈɑːd sˌoʊ smˈɔːl, ðæt hˈaɪdz ðə stˈɑːɹz, ænd mˈæɡnᵻfˌaɪz ðə ɡɹˈæs ˈoʊ ɪz ðə dˈɑːɹknəs tˈuː ɐ lˈaɪɪŋ ɡlˈæs!