text_original: Lake Louise I THINK that when the Master Jeweler tells His beads of beauty over, seeking there One gem to name as most supremely fair, To you He turns, O lake of hidden wells!
text_transcription: LAKE LOUISE I THINK THAT WHEN THE MASTER JEWELLER TELLS HIS SPEEDS OF BEAUTY OVER SEEKING THERE ONE GEM TO NAME AS MOST SUPREMELY FAIR TO YOU HE TURNS O LAKE OF HIDDEN WELLS
phonemes: lˈeɪk luːwˈiːz aɪ θˈɪŋk ðæt wɛn ðə mˈæstɚ dʒˈuːəlɚ tˈɛlz hɪz bˈiːdz ʌv bjˈuːɾi ˈoʊvɚ, sˈiːkɪŋ ðɛɹ wˈʌn dʒˈɛm tə nˈeɪm æz mˈoʊst suːpɹˈiːmli fˈɛɹ, tə juː hiː tˈɜːnz, ˈoʊ lˈeɪk ʌv hˈɪdən wˈɛlz!