text_original: io8 LAMENT OF FITHIR Weeping they went in a ghostly trail Like a fleet of sail, Swift and frail I saw them sink and fail Like wreaths of foam on the motionless ocean out there.
text_transcription: ER WEEPING THEY WENT IN A GHOSTLY TRAIL LIKE A FLEET OF SAIL SWIFT AND FRAIL I SAW THEM SINK AND FAIL LIKE WREATHS OF FOAM ON THE MOTIONLESS OCEAN OUT THERE
phonemes: ˈiːoʊ ˈeɪt lɐmˈɛnt ʌv fˈɪθɪɹ wˈiːpɪŋ ðeɪ wɛnt ɪn ɐ ɡˈoʊstli tɹˈeɪl lˈaɪk ɐ flˈiːt ʌv sˈeɪl, swˈɪft ænd fɹˈeɪl aɪ sˈɔː ðˌɛm sˈɪŋk ænd fˈeɪl lˈaɪk ɹˈiːθs ʌv fˈoʊm ɔnðə mˈoʊʃənləs ˈoʊʃən ˈaʊt ðˈɛɹ.