text_original: Ah, me! can life e'er bring again such perfect trust as this, Such eager hopes, such joyous dreams of ever present bliss? My ship sailed forth  to many a storm she bared her gallant breast And still she sails the wide, wide seas, but never finding rest.
text_transcription: AH ME CAN LIFE EVER BRING AGAIN SUCH PERFECT TRUST AS THIS SUCH EAGER HOPES SUCH JOYOUS DREAMS OF EVER PRESENT BLISS MY SHIP SAILED FORTH TO MANY A STORM SHE BARED HER GALLANT BREAST AND STILL SHE SAILS THE WIDE WIDE SEAS BUT NEVER FINDING REST
phonemes: ˈɑː, mˈiː! kæn lˈaɪf ˈɛɹ bɹˈɪŋ ɐɡˈɛn sˈʌtʃ pˈɜːfɛkt tɹˈʌst æz ðˈɪs, sˈʌtʃ ˈiːɡɚ hˈoʊps, sˈʌtʃ dʒˈɔɪəs dɹˈiːmz ʌv ˈɛvɚ pɹˈɛzənt blˈɪs? maɪ ʃˈɪp sˈeɪld fˈɔːɹθ tə mˈɛni ɐ stˈɔːɹm ʃiː bˈɛɹd hɜː ɡˈælənt bɹˈɛst ænd stˈɪl ʃiː sˈeɪlz ðə wˈaɪd, wˈaɪd sˈiːz, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ fˈaɪndɪŋ ɹˈɛst.