text_original: The springtide came, but Nila's joy came not, For she, the girl that was to be his bride, Was ravished from her lover, kin and home — Prey to the bull necked Rajah on the hill. Then Nila, heedless of his father's hope. Vanished.
text_transcription: THE SPRINGTIDE CAME BUT NILA'S JOY CAME NOT FOR SHE THE GIRL THAT WAS TO BE HIS BRIDE WAS RAVISHED FROM HER LOVER KIN AND HOME PRAY TO THE BULL NECKED RAJA ON THE HILL THEN NIELA HEEDLESS OF HIS FATHER'S HOPE VANISHED
phonemes: ðə spɹˈɪŋtaɪd kˈeɪm, bˌʌt nˈiːləz dʒˈɔɪ kˈeɪm nˈɑːt, fɔːɹ ʃiː, ðə ɡˈɜːl ðæt wʌz təbi hɪz bɹˈaɪd, wʌz ɹˈævɪʃt fɹʌm hɜː lˈʌvɚ, kˈɪn ænd hˈoʊm — pɹˈeɪ tə ðə bˈʊl nˈɛkt ɹˈɑːdʒɑː ɔnðə hˈɪl. ðˈɛn nˈiːlə, hˈiːdləs ʌv hɪz fˈɑːðɚz hˈoʊp. vˈænɪʃt.