text_original: A GREAT WHITE WAVE. '* A GRACE, a grace, to night I crave, — My heart it bodes me ill ; For oh ! I dreamt of a great white wave. And it grew greater still."
text_transcription: A GREAT WHITE WAVE A GRACE A GRACE TO NIGHT I CRAVE MY HEART IT BODES ME ILL FOR OH I DREAMT OF A GREAT WHITE WAVE AND IT GREW GREATER STILL
phonemes: ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt wˈaɪt wˈeɪv. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɐ ɡɹˈeɪs, ɐ ɡɹˈeɪs, tə nˈaɪt aɪ kɹˈeɪv, — maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪt bˈoʊdz mˌiː ˈɪl ; fɔːɹ ˈoʊ ! aɪ dɹˈɛmpt əvə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈaɪt wˈeɪv. ænd ɪt ɡɹˈuː ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ stˈɪl."