text_original: The sirens will call to us again, all sweet and demon  fair. And a pale mermaiden will beckon us, with mist on her night black hair; We shall see the flash of her ivory arms, her mocking and luring face, And her guiling laughter will echo through the great, wind winnowed space. But we shall not linger for woven spell, or sea nymph's sorceries.
text_transcription: THE SIRENS WILL CALL TO US AGAIN ALL SWEET AND DEMON FAIR AND A PALE MERMAIDEN WILL BECKON US WITH MIST ON HER NIGHT BLACK HAIR WE SHALL SEE THE FLASH OF HER IVORY ARMS HER MOCKING AND LURING FACE AND AND HER GUILING LAUGHTER WILL ECHO THROUGH THE GREAT WIND WINNOWED SPACE BUT WE SHALL NOT LINGER FOR WOVEN SPELL OR SEA NYMPH'S SORCERIES
phonemes: ðə sˈaɪɹənz wɪl kˈɔːl tʊ ˌʌs ɐɡˈɛn, ˈɔːl swˈiːt ænd dˈiːmən fˈɛɹ. ænd ɐ pˈeɪl mˈɜːmeɪdən wɪl bˈɛkən ˌʌs, wɪð mˈɪst ˌɔn hɜː nˈaɪt blˈæk hˈɛɹ; wiːʃˌɐl sˈiː ðə flˈæʃ ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪvɚɹi ˈɑːɹmz, hɜː mˈɑːkɪŋ ænd lˈʊɹɹɪŋ fˈeɪs, ænd hɜː ɡˈaɪlɪŋ lˈæftɚ wɪl ˈɛkoʊ θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈeɪt, wˈɪnd wˈɪnoʊd spˈeɪs. bˌʌt wiːʃˌɐl nˌɑːt lˈɪŋɡɚ fɔːɹ wˈoʊvən spˈɛl, ɔːɹ sˈiː nˈɪmfz sˈɔːɹsɚɹiz.