text_original: 203 THE UNKNOWN SHORE. It falls on my ear, now faint, now strong, The thunderous note of the distant roar, The surf of the sea I have sailed so long. As it beats at last on the unknown shore.
text_transcription: THE UNKNOWN SHORE IT FALLS ON MY EAR NOW FAINT NOW STRONG THE THUNDEROUS NOTE OF THE DISTANT ROAR THE SURF OF THE SEA I'VE SAILED SO LONG AS IT BEATS AT LAST ON THE UNKNOWN SHORE
phonemes: tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn ʃˈɔːɹ. ɪt fˈɔːlz ˌɔn maɪ ˈɪɹ, nˈaʊ fˈeɪnt, nˈaʊ stɹˈɔŋ, ðə θˈʌndɚɹəs nˈoʊt ʌvðə dˈɪstənt ɹˈɔːɹ, ðə sˈɜːf ʌvðə sˈiː aɪ hæv sˈeɪld sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ. æz ɪt bˈiːts æt lˈæst ɔnðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn ʃˈɔːɹ.