text_original: The Net I made you many and many a song, Yet never one told all you are   It was as though a net of words Were flung to catch a star; It was as though I curved my hand And dipped sea water eagerly, Only to find it lost the blue Dark splendor of the sea.
text_transcription: THE NET I MADE YOU MANY AND MANY A SONG YET NEVER ONE TOLD ALL YOU ARE IT WAS AS THOUGH A NET OF WORDS WERE FLUNG TO CATCH A STAR IT WAS AS THOUGH I CURVED MY HAND AND DIPPED SEA WATER EAGERLY ONLY TO FIND IT LOST THE BLUE DARK SPLENDOR OF THE SEA
phonemes: ðə nˈɛt aɪ mˌeɪd juː mˈɛni ænd mˈɛni ɐ sˈɔŋ, jˈɛt nˈɛvɚ wˈʌn tˈoʊld ˈɔːl juː ɑːɹ ɪt wʌz æz ðˌoʊ ɐ nˈɛt ʌv wˈɜːdz wɜː flˈʌŋ tə kˈætʃ ɐ stˈɑːɹ; ɪt wʌz æz ðˌoʊ aɪ kˈɜːvd maɪ hˈænd ænd dˈɪpt sˈiː wˈɔːɾɚɹ ˈiːɡɚli, ˈoʊnli tə fˈaɪnd ɪt lˈɔst ðə blˈuː dˈɑːɹk splˈɛndɚɹ ʌvðə sˈiː.