text_original: What of the darkness? Is it very fair? Are there great calms? 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?
text_transcription: WHAT OF THE DARKNESS IS IT VERY FAIR ARE THERE GREAT CALMS 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
phonemes: wˌʌt ʌvðə dˈɑːɹknəs? ɪz ɪt vˈɛɹi fˈɛɹ? ɑːɹ ðɛɹ ɡɹˈeɪt kˈɑːmz? 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?