text_original: Along its sands no flower nor bird has home. Abrupt its breast, girt by no splendor save The whorled and curving emerald of the wave And scarves of rustling foam — A place of solemn beauty; yet we swore, By all the ocean stars' unhasting flight.
text_transcription: ALONG ITS SANDS NO FLOWER NOR BIRD HAS HOME ABRUPT ITS BREAST GIRT BY NO SPLENDOR SAVE THE WHIRLED AND CURVING EMERALD OF THE WAVE AND SCARFS OF RUSTLING FOAM A PLACE OF SOLEMN BEAUTY YET WE SWORE BY ALL THE OCEAN STARS UNHASTING FLIGHT
phonemes: ɐlˈɔŋ ɪts sˈændz nˈoʊ flˈaʊɚ nˈɔːɹ bˈɜːd hɐz hˈoʊm. ɐbɹˈʌpt ɪts bɹˈɛst, ɡˈɜːt baɪ nˈoʊ splˈɛndɚ sˈeɪv ðə wˈɔːɹld ænd kˈɜːvɪŋ ˈɛmɚɹəld ʌvðə wˈeɪv ænd skˈɑːɹvz ʌv ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ fˈoʊm — ɐ plˈeɪs ʌv sˈɑːləm bjˈuːɾi; jˈɛt wiː swˈɔːɹ, baɪ ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈoʊʃən stˈɑːɹz ʌnhˈeɪstɪŋ flˈaɪt.