text_original: You were the wind and I the sea   There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. But though the pool is safe from storm And from the tide has found surcease, It grows more bitter than the sea, For all its peace.
text_transcription: YOU WERE THE WIND AND I THE SEA THERE IS NO SPLENDOR ANY MORE I HAVE GROWN LISTLESS AS THE POOL BESIDE THE SHORE BUT THOUGH THE POOL IS SAFE FROM STORM AND FROM THE TIDE HAS FOUND SURCES IT GROWS MORE BITTER THAN THE SEA FOR ALL ITS PEACE
phonemes: juː wɜː ðə wˈɪnd ænd aɪ ðə sˈiː ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ splˈɛndɚɹ ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ, aɪ hæv ɡɹˈoʊn lˈɪstləs æz ðə pˈuːl bᵻsˌaɪd ðə ʃˈɔːɹ. bˌʌt ðˌoʊ ðə pˈuːl ɪz sˈeɪf fɹʌm stˈɔːɹm ænd fɹʌmðə tˈaɪd hɐz fˈaʊnd sˈɜːsiːs, ɪt ɡɹˈoʊz mˈɔːɹ bˈɪɾɚ ðɐn ðə sˈiː, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ɪts pˈiːs.