text_original: Or if beneath far fathom depths of waves She lies heeled over by the slow tide's sweep, Deep down where never any swift sea raves, Through ocean caves, A dreaming deep Of softly gliding forms, a glimmering world of sleep.
text_transcription: OR IF BENEATH FAR FATHOM DEPTHS OF WAVES SHE LIES HEALED OVER BY THE SLOW TIDE SWEEP DEEP DOWN WHENEVER ANY SWIFT SEA RAVES THROUGH OCEAN CAVES A DREAMING DEEP OF SOFTLY GLIDING FORMS A GLIMMERING WORLD OF SLEEP
phonemes: ɔːɹ ɪf bᵻnˌiːθ fˈɑːɹ fˈæðəm dˈɛpθs ʌv wˈeɪvz ʃiː lˈaɪz hˈiːld ˌoʊvɚ baɪ ðə slˈoʊ tˈaɪdz swˈiːp, dˈiːp dˌaʊn wˌɛɹ nˈɛvɚɹ ˌɛni swˈɪft sˈiː ɹˈeɪvz, θɹuː ˈoʊʃən kˈeɪvz, ɐ dɹˈiːmɪŋ dˈiːp ʌv sˈɔftli ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ fˈɔːɹmz, ɐ ɡlˈɪmɚɹɪŋ wˈɜːld ʌv slˈiːp.