text_original: *' 87 A LINE OF SHADOW. The sea is at rest^for the storms are o'er  Just touched with the hand of night ; And a line of shadow creeps to the shore, Then flashes in silver light, — Like a note that stoops in its flight, and droops, And clings for a while to the ground, Then trembles, and wakes from its trance, and breaks Into passion and glory of sound.
text_transcription: A LINE OF SHADOW THE SEA IS AT REST FOR THE STORMS ARE O'ER JUST TOUCHED WITH THE HAND OF NIGHT AND A LINE OF SHADOW CREEPS TO THE SHORE THEN FLASHES IN SILVER LIGHT LIKE A NOTE THAT STOOPS IN ITS FLIGHT AND DROOPS AND CLINGS FOR A WHILE TO THE GROUND THEN TREMBLES AND WAKES FROM ITS TRANCE AND BREAKS INTO PASSION AND GLORY OF SOUND
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈeɪɾi sˈɛvən ɐ lˈaɪn ʌv ʃˈædoʊ. ðə sˈiː ɪz æt ɹˈɛst fɚðə stˈɔːɹmz ɑːɹ ˈɔːɹ dʒˈʌst tˈʌtʃt wɪððə hˈænd ʌv nˈaɪt ; ænd ɐ lˈaɪn ʌv ʃˈædoʊ kɹˈiːps tə ðə ʃˈɔːɹ, ðˈɛn flˈæʃᵻz ɪn sˈɪlvɚ lˈaɪt, — lˈaɪk ɐ nˈoʊt ðæt stˈuːps ɪn ɪts flˈaɪt, ænd dɹˈuːps, ænd klˈɪŋz fɚɹə wˈaɪl tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ðˈɛn tɹˈɛmbəlz, ænd wˈeɪks fɹʌm ɪts tɹˈæns, ænd bɹˈeɪks ˌɪntʊ pˈæʃən ænd ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv sˈaʊnd.