text_original: The Lady Cecile. Low under the lattice, day by day, White homeward sails like swallows come, But the sad eyes look afar and away, And the sailors' songs as they near their home, No glance may win, for she sitteth dumb, With her sad eyes looking afar and away, The Lady Cecile.
text_transcription: THE LADY CECIAL LO UNDER THE LATTICE DAY BY DAY WHITE HOMEWARD SAILS LIKE SWALLOWS COME BUT THE SAD EYES LOOK AFAR AND AWAY AND THE SAILORS SONGS AS THEY NEAR THEIR HOME NO GLANCE MAY WIN FOR SHE SITTETH DUMB WITH HER SAD EYES LOOKING AFAR AND AWAY THE LADY CECIL
phonemes: ðə lˈeɪdi sˈɛsiːl. lˈoʊ ˌʌndɚ ðə lˈæɾɪs, dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, wˈaɪt hˈoʊmwɚd sˈeɪlz lˈaɪk swˈɔloʊz kˈʌm, bˌʌt ðə sˈæd ˈaɪz lˈʊk ɐfˈɑːɹ ænd ɐwˈeɪ, ænd ðə sˈeɪlɚz sˈɔŋz æz ðeɪ nˌɪɹ ðɛɹ hˈoʊm, nˈoʊ ɡlˈæns mˈeɪ wˈɪn, fɔːɹ ʃiː sˈɪɾəθ dˈʌm, wɪð hɜː sˈæd ˈaɪz lˈʊkɪŋ ɐfˈɑːɹ ænd ɐwˈeɪ, ðə lˈeɪdi sˈɛsiːl.