text_original: But now wilt thou stir not for passion or prayer, And makest no sign of the lips or the eyes, With a nun's strait band o'er thy bright black hair   Blind to mine anguish and deaf to my cries.
text_transcription: BUT NOW WILT THOU STIR NOT FOR PASSION OR PRAYER AND MAKEST NO SIGN OF THE LIPS OR THE EYES WITH THE NUN'S STRAIGHT BAND OVER THY BRIGHT BLACK HAIR BLIND TO MINE ANGUISH AND DEAF TO MY CRIES
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ stˈɜː nˌɑːt fɔːɹ pˈæʃən ɔːɹ pɹˈɛɹ, ænd mˈeɪkɪst nˈoʊ sˈaɪn ʌvðə lˈɪps ɔːɹ ðɪ ˈaɪz, wɪð ɐ nˈʌnz stɹˈeɪt bˈænd ˈɔːɹ ðˌaɪ bɹˈaɪt blˈæk hˈɛɹ blˈaɪnd tə mˈaɪn ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ænd dˈɛf tə maɪ kɹˈaɪz.