text_original: Thy sounds, oh storm, are far and faint. As thou stridest over the sea, And we need thy breath from many a taint To set us clean and free.
text_transcription: THY SOUNDS O STORM ARE FAR AND FAINT AS THOU STRIDEST O'ER THE SEA AND WE KNEAD THY BREATH FROM MANY A TAINT TO SET US CLEAN AND FREE
phonemes: ðˌaɪ sˈaʊndz, ˈoʊ stˈɔːɹm, ɑːɹ fˈɑːɹ ænd fˈeɪnt. æz ðˈaʊ stɹˈaɪdɪst ˌoʊvɚ ðə sˈiː, ænd wiː nˈiːd ðˌaɪ bɹˈɛθ fɹʌm mˈɛni ɐ tˈeɪnt tə sˈɛt ˌʌs klˈiːn ænd fɹˈiː.