text_original: We asked our way of the swallow In his language that we knew, We were sad we could not follow So swift the blue bird flew. We set our wherry drifting Between the poplar trees, And the banks of meadows shifting Were the shores of unknown seas.
text_transcription: WE ASKED OUR WAY OF THE SWALLOW IN HIS LANGUAGE THAT WE KNEW WE WERE SAD WE COULD NOT FOLLOW SO SWIFT THE BLUE BIRD FLEW WE SAT OUR WEARY DRIFTING BETWEEN THE POPLAR TREES AND THE BANKS OF MEADOWS SHIFTING WERE THE SHORES OF UNKNOWN SEAS
phonemes: wiː ˈæskt ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ ʌvðə swˈɔloʊ ɪn hɪz lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ ðæt wiː nˈuː, wiː wɜː sˈæd wiː kʊd nˌɑːt fˈɑːloʊ sˌoʊ swˈɪft ðə blˈuː bˈɜːd flˈuː. wiː sˈɛt ˌaʊɚ wˈɛɹi dɹˈɪftɪŋ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə pˈɑːplɚ tɹˈiːz, ænd ðə bˈæŋks ʌv mˈɛdoʊz ʃˈɪftɪŋ wɜː ðə ʃˈɔːɹz ʌv ʌnnˈoʊn sˈiːz.