text_original: The world lies warm upon the heart of day, The callants push their boat from off the shore, The white gulls sail and flutter through the bay, The jet black daws are calling evermore.
text_transcription: THE WORLD LIES WARM UPON THE HEART OF DAY THE CANNONS PUSH THEIR BOAT FROM OFF THE SHORE THE WHITE GULLS SAIL AND FLUTTER THROUGH THE BAY THE JET BLACK DOGS ARE CALLING EVERMORE
phonemes: ðə wˈɜːld lˈaɪz wˈɔːɹm əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv dˈeɪ, ðə kˈælənts pˈʊʃ ðɛɹ bˈoʊt fɹʌm ˈɔf ðə ʃˈɔːɹ, ðə wˈaɪt ɡˈʌlz sˈeɪl ænd flˈʌɾɚ θɹuː ðə bˈeɪ, ðə dʒˈɛt blˈæk dˈɔːz ɑːɹ kˈɔːlɪŋ ˌɛvɚmˈɔːɹ.