text_original: Not ever again at even shall ship sail in on the breeze, Where the hulls of their gilded galleys came home from a hundred seas, For the marsh plants grow in her haven, the marsh birds breed in her bay, And a mile to the shoreless westward the water has passed away.
text_transcription: NOT EVER AGAIN AT EVEN SHALL SHIPS SAIL IN ON THE BREEZE WHERE THE HULLS OF THEIR GILDED GALLEYS CAME HOME FROM A HUNDRED SEAS FOR THE MARSH PLANTS GROW IN HER HAVEN THE MARSH BIRDS BREED IN HER BAY AND THE MILE TO THE SHORELESS WESTWARD THE WATER HAS PASSED AWAY
phonemes: nˌɑːt ˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn æɾ ˈiːvən ʃˌæl ʃˈɪp sˈeɪl ɪn ɔnðə bɹˈiːz, wˌɛɹ ðə hˈʌlz ʌv ðɛɹ ɡˈɪldᵻd ɡˈælɪz kˈeɪm hˈoʊm fɹʌm ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd sˈiːz, fɚðə mˈɑːɹʃ plˈænts ɡɹˈoʊ ɪn hɜː hˈeɪvən, ðə mˈɑːɹʃ bˈɜːdz bɹˈiːd ɪn hɜː bˈeɪ, ænd ɐ mˈaɪl tə ðə ʃˈɔːɹləs wˈɛstwɚd ðə wˈɔːɾɚ hɐz pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ.