text_original: He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
text_transcription: HE HAS LEFT THE VILLAGE AND MOUNTED THE STEEP AND BENEATH HIM TRANQUIL BROAD AND DEEP IS THE MYSTIC MEETING THE OCEAN TIDES AND UNDER THE ALDERS THAT SKIRT HIS EDGE NOW SOFT ON THE SAND NOW LOUD ON THE LEDGE IS HEARD THE TRAMP OF HIS STEED AS HE RIDES
phonemes: hiː hɐz lˈɛft ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ ænd mˈaʊntᵻd ðə stˈiːp, ænd bᵻnˈiːθ hˌɪm, tɹˈæŋkwɪl ænd bɹˈɔːd ænd dˈiːp, ɪz ðə mˈɪstɪk, mˈiːɾɪŋ ðɪ ˈoʊʃən tˈaɪdz; ænd ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɔːldɚz ðæt skˈɜːt ɪts ˈɛdʒ, nˈaʊ sˈɔft ɔnðə sˈænd, nˈaʊ lˈaʊd ɔnðə lˈɛdʒ, ɪz hˈɜːd ðə tɹˈæmp ʌv hɪz stˈiːd æz hiː ɹˈaɪdz.