text_original: For there are lands ye never recked of yet Between the blue of stormless sea and sky, Beyond where any suns of yours have set, Or these waves fret; And loud winds die In cloudless summertide, where those far islands lie.
text_transcription: FOR THERE ARE LANDS HERE NEVER WRECKED OF YET BETWEEN THE BLUE OF STORMLESS SEA AND SKY BEYOND WHERE ANY SUNS OF YOURS HAVE SET OR THESE WAVES FRET AND LOUD WINDS DIE IN CLOUDLESS SUMMER TIDE THOSE FAR ISLANDS LIE
phonemes: fɔːɹ ðɛɹˌɑːɹ lˈændz jiː nˈɛvɚ ɹˈɛkt ʌv jˈɛt bᵻtwˌiːn ðə blˈuː ʌv stˈɔːɹmləs sˈiː ænd skˈaɪ, bᵻjˌɔnd wˌɛɹ ˌɛni sˈʌnz ʌv jˈɔːɹz hæv sˈɛt, ɔːɹ ðiːz wˈeɪvz fɹˈɛt; ænd lˈaʊd wˈɪndz dˈaɪ ɪn klˈaʊdləs sˈʌmɚtˌaɪd, wˌɛɹ ðoʊz fˈɑːɹ ˈaɪləndz lˈaɪ.