text_original: There no man dwells, and ships go seldom past; Yet sometimes there we lift our keels ashore, To rest in safety 'mid the broken roar And mist of surges vast.
text_transcription: THERE NO MAN DWELLS AND SHIPS GO SELDOM PAST YET SOMETIMES THERE WE LIFT OUR KEELS ASHORE TO REST IN SAFETY MID THE BROKEN ROAR AND MIST OF SURGES VAST
phonemes: ðɛɹ nˈoʊ mˈæn dwˈɛlz, ænd ʃˈɪps ɡˌoʊ sˈɛldəm pˈæst; jˈɛt sˈʌmtaɪmz ðɛɹ wiː lˈɪft ˌaʊɚ kˈiːlz ɐʃˈɔːɹ, tə ɹˈɛst ɪn sˈeɪfti mˈɪd ðə bɹˈoʊkən ɹˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɪst ʌv sˈɜːdʒᵻz vˈæst.