text_original: " Go out ? My lamps go out, you say ? What words are on your lips ? There, in the offing far away, Are sailing countless ships, Beyond my ken, beyond my sight, But all are watching Calais Light. A CLOUD OF WITNESSES fl If but a single lamp should fail, A single flame burn dim, How could they ride the gathering gale, Or justly steer and trim? To right, to left, would equal be, There are no road marks in the sea.
text_transcription: GO OUT MY LAMPS GO OUT YOU SAY WHAT WORDS ARE ON YOUR LIPS THERE IN THE OFFING FAR AWAY ARE SAILING COUNTLESS SHIPS BEYOND MY KEN BEYOND MY SIGHT BUT ALL ARE WATCHING CALAIS LIGHT IF BUT A SINGLE LAMP SHOULD FAIL A SINGLE FLAME BURN DIM HOW COULD THEY RIDE THE GATHERING GALE OR JUSTLY STEER AND TRIM TO RIGHT TO LEFT WOULD EQUAL BE THERE ARE NO ROAD MARKS IN THE SEA
phonemes: " ɡˌoʊ ˈaʊt ? maɪ lˈæmps ɡˌoʊ ˈaʊt, juː sˈeɪ ? wˌʌt wˈɜːdz ɑːɹ ˌɔn jʊɹ lˈɪps ? ðˈɛɹ, ɪnðɪ ˈɔfɪŋ fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, ɑːɹ sˈeɪlɪŋ kˈaʊntləs ʃˈɪps, bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ kˈɛn, bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ sˈaɪt, bˌʌt ˈɔːl ɑːɹ wˈɑːtʃɪŋ kˈæleɪ lˈaɪt. ɐ klˈaʊd ʌv wˈɪtnəsᵻz ˌɛfˈɛl ɪf bˌʌt ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl lˈæmp ʃˌʊd fˈeɪl, ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl flˈeɪm bˈɜːn dˈɪm, hˌaʊ kʊd ðeɪ ɹˈaɪd ðə ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ɡˈeɪl, ɔːɹ dʒˈʌstli stˈɪɹ ænd tɹˈɪm? tə ɹˈaɪt, tə lˈɛft, wʊd ˈiːkwəl bˈiː, ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈoʊ ɹˈoʊd mˈɑːɹks ɪnðə sˈiː.