text_original: Lo ! with a flash and uplifting of wings Down where the long ripples break, Cometh a bevy of glad hearted things, *Tis morn, for the gulls are awake.
text_transcription: LO WITH A FLASH AND UPLIFTING OF WINGS DOWN WHERE THE LONG RIPPLES BREAK COMETH A BEVY OF GLAD HEARTED THINGS TIS MORN FOR THE GULLS ARE AWAKE
phonemes: lˈoʊ ! wɪð ɐ flˈæʃ ænd ʌplˈɪftɪŋ ʌv wˈɪŋz dˌaʊn wˌɛɹ ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈɪpəlz bɹˈeɪk, kˈʌməθ ɐ bˈɛvi ʌv ɡlˈæd hˈɑːɹɾᵻd θˈɪŋz, ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk tˈɪz mˈɔːɹn, fɚðə ɡˈʌlz ɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪk.