text_original: Awake no winds but bear her dust, a gleam In morning's prophecy or sunset's dream; And every cry that ever Sirens gave From islands mournful with the quiring wave Was echo of a music once supreme.
text_transcription: AWAKE NO WINDS BUT BEAR HER DUST A GLEAM IN MORNING'S PROPHECY OR SUNSET'S DREAM AND EVERY CRY THAT EVER SIRENS GAVE FROM ISLANDS MOURNFUL WITH THE CHOIRING WAVE WAS ECHO OF A MUSIC ONCE SUPREME
phonemes: ɐwˈeɪk nˈoʊ wˈɪndz bˌʌt bˈɛɹ hɜː dˈʌst, ɐ ɡlˈiːm ɪn mˈɔːɹnɪŋz pɹˈɑːfəsi ɔːɹ sˈʌnsɛts dɹˈiːm; ænd ˈɛvɹi kɹˈaɪ ðæt ˈɛvɚ sˈaɪɹənz ɡˈeɪv fɹʌm ˈaɪləndz mˈɔːɹnfəl wɪððə kwˈaɪɚɹɪŋ wˈeɪv wʌz ˈɛkoʊ əvə mjˈuːzɪk wˈʌns suːpɹˈiːm.