text_original: II Slumberous calm on the ocean and shore Comes with the turn of the tide; Never a strong sweeping pinion may soar, Where the tame fishing boats ride! Far and beyond in blue deserts of sea, Where the wild winds are at play.
text_transcription: SLUMBER IS CALM ON THE OCEAN AND SHORE COMES WITH THE TURN OF THE TIDE NEVER A STRONG SWEEPING PINION MAY SOAR WHERE THE TAME FISHING BOATS RIDE FAR AND BEYOND IN BLUE DESERTS OF SEA WHERE THE WILD WINDS ARE AT PLAY
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː slˈʌmbɚɹəs kˈɑːm ɔnðɪ ˈoʊʃən ænd ʃˈɔːɹ kˈʌmz wɪððə tˈɜːn ʌvðə tˈaɪd; nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ stɹˈɔŋ swˈiːpɪŋ pˈɪniən mˈeɪ sˈɔːɹ, wˌɛɹ ðə tˈeɪm fˈɪʃɪŋ bˈoʊts ɹˈaɪd! fˈɑːɹ ænd bᵻjˌɔnd ɪn blˈuː dˈɛzɚts ʌv sˈiː, wˌɛɹ ðə wˈaɪld wˈɪndz ɑːɹ æt plˈeɪ.