text_original: Over the nearness of Norwood Hill, through the mellow veil Of the afternoon glows to me the old romance of David and Dora, With the old, sweet, soothing tears, and laughter that shakes the sail Of the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed dreams lure the unoceaned explorer.
text_transcription: OVER THE NEARNESS OF NORWOOD HILL THROUGH THE MELLOW VEIL OF THE AFTERNOON GLOWS TO ME THE OLD ROMANCE OF DAVID AND DORA WITH THE OLD SWEET SOOTHING TEARS AND LAUGHTER THAT SHAKES THE SAIL OF THE SHIP OF THE SOUL OVERSEAS WHERE DREAMED DREAMS VIEW THE UNOCEANED EXPLORER
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚ ðə nˌɪɹnəs ʌv nˈɔːɹwʊd hˈɪl, θɹuː ðə mˈɛloʊ vˈeɪl ʌvðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn ɡlˈoʊz tə mˌiː ðɪ ˈoʊld ɹoʊmˈæns ʌv dˈeɪvɪd ænd dˈɔːɹə, wɪððɪ ˈoʊld, swˈiːt, sˈuːðɪŋ tˈɪɹz, ænd lˈæftɚ ðæt ʃˈeɪks ðə sˈeɪl ʌvðə ʃˈɪp ʌvðə sˈoʊl ˌoʊvɚ sˈiːz wˌɛɹ dɹˈiːmd dɹˈiːmz lˈʊɹ ðɪ ʌnˈoʊʃənd ɛksplˈɔːɹɚ.