text_original: Yet her shade, maybe, Will creep underground Till it catch the sound Of that western sea As it swells and sobs Where she once domiciled, And joy in its throbs With the heart of a child.
text_transcription: YET HER SHADE MAYBE WILL CREEP UNDERGROUND TILL IT CATCH THE SOUND OF THAT WESTERN SEA AS IT SWELLS AND SOBS WHERE SHE ONCE DOMICILED AND JOY IN ITS THROBS WITH THE HEART OF A CHILD
phonemes: jˈɛt hɜː ʃˈeɪd, mˈeɪbiː, wɪl kɹˈiːp ˌʌndɚɡɹˈaʊnd tˈɪl ɪt kˈætʃ ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ðæt wˈɛstɚn sˈiː æz ɪt swˈɛlz ænd sˈɑːbz wˌɛɹ ʃiː wˈʌns dˈɑːmɪsˌaɪld, ænd dʒˈɔɪ ɪn ɪts θɹˈɑːbz wɪððə hˈɑːɹt əvə tʃˈaɪld.