text_original: The rocks that stretch to meet the tide Are smitten with a ruddy glow. And faint reflections come and go Where fishing boats at anchor ride.
text_transcription: THE ROCKS THAT STRETCH TO MEET THE TIDE ARE SMITTEN WITH A RUDDY GLOW AND FAINT REFLECTIONS COME AND GO WHERE FISHING BOATS AT ANCHOR RIDE
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɑːks ðæt stɹˈɛtʃ tə mˈiːt ðə tˈaɪd ɑːɹ smˈɪʔn̩ wɪð ɐ ɹˈʌdi ɡlˈoʊ. ænd fˈeɪnt ɹᵻflˈɛkʃənz kˈʌm ænd ɡˌoʊ wˌɛɹ fˈɪʃɪŋ bˈoʊts æɾ ˈæŋkɚ ɹˈaɪd.