text_original: When the larks have ceased their thankful hymn, The ocean booms his bell, And the lamps of heaven swing o'er the rim Of every holy well.
text_transcription: WHEN THE LARKS HAVE CEASED THEIR THANKFUL HYMN THE OCEAN BOOMS HIS SPELL AND THE LAMPS OF HEAVEN SWING OVER THE RIM OF EVERY HOLY WELL
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə lˈɑːɹks hæv sˈiːst ðɛɹ θˈæŋkfəl hˈɪm, ðɪ ˈoʊʃən bˈuːmz hɪz bˈɛl, ænd ðə lˈæmps ʌv hˈɛvən swˈɪŋ ˈɔːɹ ðə ɹˈɪm ʌv ˈɛvɹi hˈoʊli wˈɛl.