text_original: Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied   We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed  she had Another morn than ours.
text_transcription: OUR VERY HOPES BELIED OUR FEARS OUR FEARS OUR HOPES BELIED WE THOUGHT HER DYING WHEN SHE SLEPT AND SLEEPING WHEN SHE DIED FOR WHEN THE MORN CAME DIM AND SAD AND CHILL WITH EARLY SHOWERS HER QUIET EYELIDS CLOSED SHE HAD ANOTHER MORN THAN OURS
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ vˈɛɹi hˈoʊps bᵻlˈaɪd ˌaʊɚ fˈɪɹz, ˌaʊɚ fˈɪɹz ˌaʊɚ hˈoʊps bᵻlˈaɪd wiː θˈɔːt hɜː dˈaɪɪŋ wɛn ʃiː slˈɛpt, ænd slˈiːpɪŋ wɛn ʃiː dˈaɪd. fɔːɹ wɛn ðə mˈɔːɹn kˈeɪm, dˈɪm ænd sˈæd, ænd tʃˈɪl wɪð ˈɜːli ʃˈaʊɚz, hɜː kwˈaɪət ˈaɪlɪdz klˈoʊzd ʃiː hæd ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈɔːɹn ðɐn aʊɚz.