text_original: Swiftly the boats come homeward, over the grim bar crowding, Like birds that flee to their shelter in hurry and affright. Only the wild grey gulls that love the cloud and the clamor Will dare to tempt the ways of the ravining sea to night.
text_transcription: SWIFTLY THE BOATS COME HOMEWARD OVER THE GRIM BAR CROWDING LIKE BIRDS THAT FLEE TO THEIR SHELTER IN HURRY AND AFFRIGHT ONLY THE WILD GREY GULLS THAT LOVE THE CLOUD AND THE CLAMOR WILL DARE TO TEMPT THE WAYS OF THE RAVENING SEA TO NIGHT
phonemes: swˈɪftli ðə bˈoʊts kˈʌm hˈoʊmwɚd, ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɡɹˈɪm bˈɑːɹ kɹˈaʊdɪŋ, lˈaɪk bˈɜːdz ðæt flˈiː tə ðɛɹ ʃˈɛltɚɹ ɪn hˈɜːɹi ænd ɐfɹˈaɪt. ˈoʊnli ðə wˈaɪld ɡɹˈeɪ ɡˈʌlz ðæt lˈʌv ðə klˈaʊd ænd ðə klˈæmɚ wɪl dˈɛɹ tə tˈɛmpt ðə wˈeɪz ʌvðə ɹəvˈiːnɪŋ sˈiː tə nˈaɪt.