text_original: Yet no need to sail in ships Where the blue sea dips and dips, Nor on wings of cloud to fly Where the haunts of faery lie. For by miracle of morn Each successive day is born ; 454 WONDERLAND And wherever shines the sun, There enchanted rivers run
text_transcription: YET NO NEED TO SAIL IN SHIPS WHERE THE BLUE SEA DIPS AND DIPS NOR ON WINGS OF CLOUD TO FLY WHERE THE HAUNTS OF FAIRY LIE FOR BY MIRACLE OF MORN EACH SUCCESSIVE DAY IS BORN AND WHEREVER SHINES THE SUN THERE ENCHANTED RIVERS RUN
phonemes: jˈɛt nˈoʊ nˈiːd tə sˈeɪl ɪn ʃˈɪps wˌɛɹ ðə blˈuː sˈiː dˈɪps ænd dˈɪps, nˈɔːɹ ˌɔn wˈɪŋz ʌv klˈaʊd tə flˈaɪ wˌɛɹ ðə hˈɔːnts ʌv fˈɛɹi lˈaɪ. fɔːɹ baɪ mˈɪɹəkəl ʌv mˈɔːɹn ˈiːtʃ səksˈɛsɪv dˈeɪ ɪz bˈɔːɹn ; fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈɔːɹ wˈʌndɚlənd ænd wɛɹˈɛvɚ ʃˈaɪnz ðə sˈʌn, ðɛɹ ɛntʃˈæntᵻd ɹˈɪvɚz ɹˈʌn