text_original: Then back we steered through the foam again. But our thoughts were fast and few ; And all we did was to crowd the surge And to measure the life we knew ; — Till at last we came where a dancing gleam Skipped out to us, we three, — And the dark wet mooring pointed home Like a finger from the sea.
text_transcription: THEN BACK WE STEERED THROUGH THE FOAM AGAIN BUT OUR THOUGHTS WERE FAST AND FEW AND ALL WE DID WAS TO CROWD THE SEARCH AND TO MEASURE THE LIFE WE KNEW TILL AT LAST WE CAME WHERE A DANCING GLEAM SKIPPED OUT TO US WE THREE AND THE DARK WET MOORING POINTED HOME LIKE A FINGER FROM THE SEA
phonemes: ðˈɛn bˈæk wiː stˈɪɹd θɹuː ðə fˈoʊm ɐɡˈɛn. bˌʌt ˌaʊɚ θˈɔːts wɜː fˈæst ænd fjˈuː ; ænd ˈɔːl wiː dˈɪd wʌz tə kɹˈaʊd ðə sˈɜːdʒ ænd tə mˈɛʒɚ ðə lˈaɪf wiː nˈuː ; — tˈɪl æt lˈæst wiː kˈeɪm wˌɛɹ ɐ dˈænsɪŋ ɡlˈiːm skˈɪpt ˈaʊt tʊ ˌʌs, wiː θɹˈiː, — ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk wˈɛt mˈʊɹɹɪŋ pˈɔɪntᵻd hˈoʊm lˈaɪk ɐ fˈɪŋɡɚ fɹʌmðə sˈiː.