text_original: Evening gloomed As I journeyed forward To the faces shoreward, Till their dwelling loomed. If again Towards the Atlantic sea there I should speed, they'd be there Surely now as then?
text_transcription: EVENING GLOOMED AS I JOURNEYED FORWARD TO THE FACES SHOREWARD TILL THEIR DWELLING LOOMED IF AGAIN TOWARDS THE ATLANTIC SEA THERE I SHOULD SPEED THEY'D BE THERE SURELY NOW AS THEN
phonemes: ˈiːvnɪŋ ɡlˈuːmd æz aɪ dʒˈɜːnid fˈɔːɹwɚd tə ðə fˈeɪsᵻz ʃˈɔːɹwɔːɹd, tˈɪl ðɛɹ dwˈɛlɪŋ lˈuːmd. ɪf ɐɡˈɛn təwˈɔːɹdz ðɪ ɐtlˈæntɪk sˈiː ðɛɹ aɪ ʃˌʊd spˈiːd, ðeɪd biː ðɛɹ ʃˈʊɹli nˈaʊ æz ðˈɛn?