text_original: Till, on a beach that only he might roam, The sea, from broadest tapestries of foam, From mighty looms immaculate and cold, A scarlet shell before his feet uprolled.
text_transcription: TILL ON A BEACH THAT ONLY HE MIGHT ROAM THE SEA FROM BROADEST TAPESTRIES OF FOAM FROM MIGHTY LOOMS IMMACULATE AND COLD A SCARLET SHELL BEFORE HIS FEET UPROLLED
phonemes: tˈɪl, ˌɔn ɐ bˈiːtʃ ðæt ˈoʊnli hiː mˌaɪt ɹˈoʊm, ðə sˈiː, fɹʌm bɹˈɔːdɪst tˈæpᵻstɹiz ʌv fˈoʊm, fɹʌm mˈaɪɾi lˈuːmz ɪmˈækjʊlət ænd kˈoʊld, ɐ skˈɑːɹlɪt ʃˈɛl bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz fˈiːt ˈʌpɹoʊld.