text_original: To watch beside an ocean's brink The gorgeous, evanescent woof Cast from the loom of suns that sink. 115 WHIfE MAGIC Often, in eyries of the West, She waits a lover from afar — Frailties of blossom on her breast And o'er her brow the evening star.
text_transcription: TO WATCH BESIDE AN OCEAN SPRINK THE GORGEOUS EVANESCENT WOLF CAST FROM THE LOOM OF SUNS THAT SINK OFTEN IN ERIES OF THE WEST SHE WAITS A LOVER FROM AFAR FRAILTIES OF BLOSSOM ON HER BREAST AND OVER HER BROW THE EVENING STAR
phonemes: tə wˈɑːtʃ bᵻsˌaɪd ɐn ˈoʊʃənz bɹˈɪŋk ðə ɡˈɔːɹdʒəs, ˌɛvənˈɛsənt wˈuːf kˈæst fɹʌmðə lˈuːm ʌv sˈʌnz ðæt sˈɪŋk. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪftiːn dˌʌbəljˌuːˈeɪtʃ ɪf ˈiː mˈædʒɪk ˈɔfən, ɪn ˈaɪɹiz ʌvðə wˈɛst, ʃiː wˈeɪts ɐ lˈʌvɚ fɹʌm ɐfˈɑːɹ — fɹˈeɪltiz ʌv blˈɔsəm ˌɔn hɜː bɹˈɛst ænd ˈɔːɹ hɜː bɹˈaʊ ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ.