text_original: Pierced by the shafts of sunrise athwart the merry sea ! Behind us, fair, light smitten hills in dappled splendor lie, Before us the wide ocean runs to meet the limpid sky — Our hearts are full of poignant life, and care has fled afar As sweeps the white winged fishing fleet across the har  bor bar.
text_transcription: PIERCED BY THE SHAFTS OF SUNRISE ATHWART THE MERRY SEA BEHIND US FAIR LIGHT SMITTEN HILLS IN DAPPLED SPLENDOUR LIE BEFORE US THE WIDE OCEAN RUNS TO MEET THE LIMPID SKY OUR HEARTS ARE FULL OF POIGNANT LIFE AND CARE HAS FLED AFAR AS SWEEPS THE WHITE WINGED FISHING FLEET ACROSS THE HARBOUR BAR
phonemes: pˈɪɹst baɪ ðə ʃˈæfts ʌv sˈʌnɹaɪz ˈæθwɔːɹt ðə mˈɛɹi sˈiː ! bᵻhˈaɪnd ˌʌs, fˈɛɹ, lˈaɪt smˈɪʔn̩ hˈɪlz ɪn dˈæpəld splˈɛndɚ lˈaɪ, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ˌʌs ðə wˈaɪd ˈoʊʃən ɹˈʌnz tə mˈiːt ðə lˈɪmpɪd skˈaɪ — ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ɑːɹ fˈʊl ʌv pˈɔɪnjənt lˈaɪf, ænd kˈɛɹ hɐz flˈɛd ɐfˈɑːɹ æz swˈiːps ðə wˈaɪt wˈɪŋd fˈɪʃɪŋ flˈiːt əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈɑːɹ bˈɔːɹ bˈɑːɹ.