text_original: 33 A SHADOW THAT CROSSES THE SEA. We can almost laugh, at the mocking part, That fell for a while to us twain, Though the tears of blood rose up in the heart, And dropped in their bitter rain ; For it seems so small it can hardly count, In the course of the things to be,^ — Just a grain out of place in the long life amount, Just a shadow that crosses the sea.
text_transcription: A SHADOW THAT CROSSES THE SEA WE CAN ALMOST LAUGH AT THE MOCKING PART THAT FELL FOR A WHILE TO US TWAIN THOUGH THE TEARS OF BLOOD ROSE UP IN THE HEART AND DROPPED IN THEIR BITTER RAIN FOR IT SEEMS SO SMALL IT CAN HARDLY COUNT IN THE COURSE OF THE THINGS TO BE JUST A GRAIN OUT OF PLACE IN THE LONG LIFE AMOUNT JUST A SHADOW THAT CROSSES THE SEA
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ðæt kɹˈɔsᵻz ðə sˈiː. wiː kæn ˈɔːlmoʊst lˈæf, æt ðə mˈɑːkɪŋ pˈɑːɹt, ðæt fˈɛl fɚɹə wˈaɪl tʊ ˌʌs twˈeɪn, ðˌoʊ ðə tˈɪɹz ʌv blˈʌd ɹˈoʊz ˌʌp ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt, ænd dɹˈɑːpt ɪn ðɛɹ bˈɪɾɚ ɹˈeɪn ; fɔːɹ ɪt sˈiːmz sˌoʊ smˈɔːl ɪt kæn hˈɑːɹdli kˈaʊnt, ɪnðə kˈɔːɹs ʌvðə θˈɪŋz tə bˈiː, — dʒˈʌst ɐ ɡɹˈeɪn ˌaʊɾəv plˈeɪs ɪnðə lˈɔŋ lˈaɪf ɐmˈaʊnt, dʒˈʌst ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ðæt kɹˈɔsᵻz ðə sˈiː.