text_original: 129 THE PLACE OF SLEEP. If I could choose, when comes the night, Where the last long sleep should be, I 'd choose the arrowy windy height, That parteth sea from sea. For on all this earth there 's never a place, Where the breezes blow so free, Or the heaven has looked with such tender grace On wandering you and me.
text_transcription: THE PLACE OF SLEEP IF I COULD CHOOSE WHEN COMES THE NIGHT WHERE THE LAST LONG SLEEP SHOULD BE I'D CHOOSE THE ARROWY WINDY HEIGHT THAT PARTETH SEA FROM SEA FOR ON ALL THIS EARTH THERE'S NEVER A PLACE WHERE THE BREEZES BLOW SO FREE OR THE HEAVEN HAS LOOKED WITH SUCH TENDER GRACE ON WANDERING YOU AND ME
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti nˈaɪn ðə plˈeɪs ʌv slˈiːp. ɪf aɪ kʊd tʃˈuːz, wˌɛn kˈʌmz ðə nˈaɪt, wˌɛɹ ðə lˈæst lˈɔŋ slˈiːp ʃˌʊd bˈiː, aɪ dˈiː tʃˈuːz ðɪ ˈæɹoʊi wˈɪndi hˈaɪt, ðæt pˈɑːɹɾəθ sˈiː fɹʌm sˈiː. fɔːɹ ˌɔn ˈɔːl ðɪs ˈɜːθ ðɛɹ ˈɛs nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ plˈeɪs, wˌɛɹ ðə bɹˈiːzᵻz blˈoʊ sˌoʊ fɹˈiː, ɔːɹ ðə hˈɛvən hɐz lˈʊkt wɪð sˈʌtʃ tˈɛndɚ ɡɹˈeɪs ˌɔn wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ juː ænd mˌiː.