text_original: I left my heart in the dust at her feet, And I sailed across the sea. For I said to myself, perchance we may meet. When the better time shall be. And I saw her again — strange dreams there are  So weary and wan to see. With the look of one who had travelled far, — From another world, may be.
text_transcription: SO I LEFT MY HEART IN THE DUST AT HER FEET AND I SAILED ACROSS THE SEA FOR I SAID TO MYSELF PERCHANCE WE SHOULD MEET WHEN THE BETTER TIME MIGHT BE AND I SAW HER AGAIN STRANGE DREAMS THERE ARE SO WEARY AND WAN TO SEE WITH THE LOOK OF ONE WHO HAD TRAVELLED FAR FROM ANOTHER WORLD MAY BE
phonemes: aɪ lˈɛft maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪnðə dˈʌst æt hɜː fˈiːt, ænd aɪ sˈeɪld əkɹˌɑːs ðə sˈiː. fɔːɹ aɪ sˈɛd tə maɪsˈɛlf, pɚtʃˈæns wiː mˈeɪ mˈiːt. wˌɛn ðə bˈɛɾɚ tˈaɪm ʃˌæl bˈiː. ænd aɪ sˈɔː hɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn — stɹˈeɪndʒ dɹˈiːmz ðɛɹˌɑːɹ sˌoʊ wˈɪɹi ænd wˈæn tə sˈiː. wɪððə lˈʊk ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː hæd tɹˈævəld fˈɑːɹ, — fɹʌm ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈɜːld, mˈeɪ bˈiː.