text_original: Idly our tears arise; Too proud for praise as ye lie in your unvisited grave, The wide warring water, under the starry skies.
text_transcription: IDLY OUR TEARS ARISE TOO PROUD FOR PRAISE AS YOU LIE IN YOUR UNVISITED GRAVE THE WIDE ROARING WATER UNDER THE STARRY SKIES
phonemes: ˈaɪdli ˌaʊɚ tˈɪɹz ɚɹˈaɪz; tˈuː pɹˈaʊd fɔːɹ pɹˈeɪz æz jiː lˈaɪ ɪn jʊɹ ʌnvˈɪzɪɾᵻd ɡɹˈeɪv, ðə wˈaɪd wˈɔːɹɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚ, ˌʌndɚ ðə stˈɑːɹi skˈaɪz.