text_original: The wind is blowing freshly up from far, uncharted caves, x\nd sending sparkling kisses o'er the brows of virgin waves. While routed dawn mists shiver — oh, far and fast they flee.
text_transcription: THE WIND IS BLOWING FRESHLY UP FROM FAR UNCHARTED CAVES AND SENDING SPARKLING KISSES O'ER THE BROWS OF VIRGIN WAVES WHILE ROUTED DAWN MISTS SHIVER OH FAR AND FAST THEY FLEE
phonemes: ðə wˈɪnd ɪz blˈoʊɪŋ fɹˈɛʃli ˌʌp fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ, ʌntʃˈɑːɹɾᵻd kˈeɪvz, ˈɛks bˈækslæʃ ˌɛndˈiː sˈɛndɪŋ spˈɑːɹklɪŋ kˈɪsᵻz ˈɔːɹ ðə bɹˈaʊz ʌv vˈɜːdʒɪn wˈeɪvz. wˌaɪl ɹˈaʊɾᵻd dˈɔːn mˈɪsts ʃˈɪvɚ — ˈoʊ, fˈɑːɹ ænd fˈæst ðeɪ flˈiː.