text_original: White as the ice that clove her That unforgotten day, Among her pallid sisters The grim Titanic lay. And through the leagues above her She looked aghast, and said: "What is this living ship that comes Where every ship is dead?"
text_transcription: WHITE AS THE EYES THAT CLOVE HER THAT UNFORGOTTEN DAY AMONG HER PALLID SISTERS THE GRIM TITANIC LAY AND THROUGH THE LEAGUES ABOVE HER SHE LOOKED AGHAST AND SAID WHAT IS THIS LIVING SHIP THAT COMES WHERE EVERY SHIP IS DEAD
phonemes: wˈaɪt æz ðɪ ˈaɪs ðæt klˈoʊv hɜː ðæt ʌnfɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ dˈeɪ, ɐmˌʌŋ hɜː pˈælɪd sˈɪstɚz ðə ɡɹˈɪm taɪtˈænɪk lˈeɪ. ænd θɹuː ðə lˈiːɡz əbˌʌv hɜː ʃiː lˈʊkt ɐɡˈæst, ænd sˈɛd: "wˌʌt ɪz ðɪs lˈɪvɪŋ ʃˈɪp ðæt kˈʌmz wˌɛɹ ˈɛvɹi ʃˈɪp ɪz dˈɛd?"