text_original: Slept, but the morning found him yet again A lonely searcher of the lonelier main; And night by night, and day by barren day, Silent he stood before the waves' array — The victim of an unrelenting strife Of joy with death, of love with love of life.
text_transcription: SLEPT BUT THE MORNING FOUND HIM YET AGAIN A LONELY SEARCHER OF THE LONELIER MAIN AND NIGHT BY NIGHT AND DAY BY BARREN DAY SILENT HE STOOD BEFORE THE WAVES ARRAY THE VICTIM OF AN UNRELENTING STRIFE OF JOY WITH DEATH OF LOVE WITH LOVE OF LIFE
phonemes: slˈɛpt, bˌʌt ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ fˈaʊnd hˌɪm jˈɛt ɐɡˈɛn ɐ lˈoʊnli sˈɜːtʃɚɹ ʌvðə lˈoʊnliɚ mˈeɪn; ænd nˈaɪt baɪ nˈaɪt, ænd dˈeɪ baɪ bˈæɹən dˈeɪ, sˈaɪlənt hiː stˈʊd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə wˈeɪvz ɚɹˈeɪ — ðə vˈɪktɪm əvən ˌʌnɹɪlˈɛntɪŋ stɹˈaɪf ʌv dʒˈɔɪ wɪð dˈɛθ, ʌv lˈʌv wɪð lˈʌv ʌv lˈaɪf.