text_original: L. The mighty plains, devoid of whispering trees, Guard well the secrets of departed seas. Where once great tides swept by with ebb and flow The scorching sun looks down in tearless woe.
text_transcription: FORTY NINE THE MIGHTY PLAINS DEVOID OF WHISPERING TREES GUARD WELL THE SECRETS OF DEPARTED SEAS WHERE ONE'S GREAT TIDE SWEPT BY WITH EBB AND FLOW THE SCORCHING SUN LOOKS DOWN IN TEARLESS WOE
phonemes: ˈɛl. ðə mˈaɪɾi plˈeɪnz, dɪvˈɔɪd ʌv wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ tɹˈiːz, ɡˈɑːɹd wˈɛl ðə sˈiːkɹᵻts ʌv dᵻpˈɑːɹɾᵻd sˈiːz. wˌɛɹ wˈʌns ɡɹˈeɪt tˈaɪdz swˈɛpt baɪ wɪð ˈɛb ænd flˈoʊ ðə skˈɔːɹtʃɪŋ sˈʌn lˈʊks dˌaʊn ɪn tˈɪɹləs wˈoʊ.