text_original: Keener his heart, a plummet, yearned to sound The gulf that held his soul amazed and bound, Where, darker for the sky's unclouded dome, The waves took sudden coronals of foam. Till half he deemed he saw, far out, the white Flung arms and bosom of the ocean sprite.
text_transcription: KEENER HIS HEART A PLUMMET YEARNED TO SOUND THE GULF THAT HELD HIS SOUL AMAZED AND BOUND WHERE DARKER FOR THE SKY'S UNCLOUDED DOME THE WAVES TOOK SUDDEN CORONELS OF FOAM TILL HALF HE DEEMED HE SAW FAR OUT THE WHITE FLUNG ARMS AND BOSOM OF THE OCEAN SPRITE
phonemes: kˈiːnɚ hɪz hˈɑːɹt, ɐ plˈʌmɪt, jˈɜːnd tə sˈaʊnd ðə ɡˈʌlf ðæt hˈɛld hɪz sˈoʊl ɐmˈeɪzd ænd bˈaʊnd, wˈɛɹ, dˈɑːɹkɚ fɚðə skˈaɪz ʌŋklˈaʊdᵻd dˈoʊm, ðə wˈeɪvz tˈʊk sˈʌdən kˈɔːɹɑːnəlz ʌv fˈoʊm. tˈɪl hˈæf hiː dˈiːmd hiː sˈɔː, fˈɑːɹ ˈaʊt, ðə wˈaɪt flˈʌŋ ˈɑːɹmz ænd bˈʊzəm ʌvðɪ ˈoʊʃən spɹˈaɪt.