text_original: Thou seemest yet to roam? 133 PERSON JL POEMS For most, far wandering, I guess Thy witchery on the haunted mind, In valleys of thy loneliness, Made clean with ocean's wind.
text_transcription: THOU SEEMEST YET TO ROAM FOR MOST FAR WANDERING I GUESS THY WITCHERY ON THE HAUNTED MIND IN VALLEYS OF THY LONELINESS MADE CLEAN WITH OCEAN'S WIND
phonemes: ðˈaʊ sˈiːmɪst jˈɛt tə ɹˈoʊm? wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː pˈɜːsən dʒˌeɪˈɛl pˈoʊᵻmz fɔːɹ mˈoʊst, fˈɑːɹ wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ, aɪ ɡˈɛs ðˌaɪ wˈɪtʃɚɹi ɔnðə hˈɔːntᵻd mˈaɪnd, ɪn vˈælɪz ʌv ðˌaɪ lˈoʊnlinəs, mˌeɪd klˈiːn wɪð ˈoʊʃənz wˈɪnd.