text_original: From still bays silver sanded Wild currents hasten down, To rocks where ships are stranded And eddies where men drown. Far out, by hills surrounded, Is the golden haven gate, And all beyond unbounded Are shoreless seas of fate.
text_transcription: FROM STILL BASE SILVER SANDED WILD CURRENTS HASTEN DOWN TO ROCKS WHERE SHIPS ARE STRANDED AND EDDYS WHERE MEN DROWN FAR OUT BY HILLS SURROUNDED IS THE GOLDEN HAVEN GATE AND ALL BEYOND UNBOUNDED ARE SHORELESS SEAS OF FATE
phonemes: fɹʌm stˈɪl bˈeɪz sˈɪlvɚ sˈændᵻd wˈaɪld kˈɜːɹənts hˈeɪsən dˈaʊn, tə ɹˈɑːks wˌɛɹ ʃˈɪps ɑːɹ stɹˈændᵻd ænd ˈɛdɪz wˌɛɹ mˈɛn dɹˈaʊn. fˈɑːɹ ˈaʊt, baɪ hˈɪlz sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd, ɪz ðə ɡˈoʊldən hˈeɪvən ɡˈeɪt, ænd ˈɔːl bᵻjˌɔnd ʌnbˈaʊndᵻd ɑːɹ ʃˈɔːɹləs sˈiːz ʌv fˈeɪt.