text_original: There was no lap of water. And then—I saw her, drifting in on the tide the little ship, passaging below me, a happy ghost. Like no thing of this world she came, ending her flight, with sail wings closing and her glowing lantern eyes.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NO LAP OF WATER AND THEN I SAW HER DRIFTING IN ON THE TIDE THE LITTLE SHIP PASSAGING BELOW ME A HAPPY GHOST LIKE NO THING OF THIS WORLD SHE CAME ENDING HER FLIGHT WITH SAIL WINGS CLOSING AND HER GLOWING LANTERN EYES
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ lˈæp ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ. ænd ðˈɛn—aɪ sˈɔː hɜː, dɹˈɪftɪŋ ɪn ɔnðə tˈaɪd ðə lˈɪɾəl ʃˈɪp, pˈæsɪdʒɪŋ bᵻlˈoʊ mˌiː, ɐ hˈæpi ɡˈoʊst. lˈaɪk nˈoʊ θˈɪŋ ʌv ðɪs wˈɜːld ʃiː kˈeɪm, ˈɛndɪŋ hɜː flˈaɪt, wɪð sˈeɪl wˈɪŋz klˈoʊzɪŋ ænd hɜː ɡlˈoʊɪŋ lˈæntɚn ˈaɪz.