text_original: We, watching on the darkening shore, Wave you farewell, and strain our eyes Till that bright speck which is your sail Is lost in the enfolding skies.
text_transcription: WE WATCHING ON THE DARK'NING SHORE WAVE YOU FAREWELL AND STRAIN OUR EYES TILL THAT BRIGHT SPECK WHICH IS YOUR SAIL IS LOST IN THE UNFOLDING SKIES
phonemes: wiː, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ɔnðə dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ ʃˈɔːɹ, wˈeɪv juː fɛɹwˈɛl, ænd stɹˈeɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz tˈɪl ðæt bɹˈaɪt spˈɛk wˌɪtʃ ɪz jʊɹ sˈeɪl ɪz lˈɔst ɪnðɪ ɛnfˈoʊldɪŋ skˈaɪz.