text_original: II They say he sees as an instant thing More clear than to day, A sweet soft scene That once was in play By that briny green; Yes, notes alway Warm, real, and keen, What his back years bring— A phantom of his own figuring.
text_transcription: TWO THEY SAY HE SEES AS AN INSTANT THING MORE CLEAR THAN TO DAY A SWEET SOFT SCENE THAT ONCE WAS IN PLAY BY THAT BRINY GREEN YES NOTES ALWAY WARM REAL AND KEEN WHAT HIS BACK HE IS BRING A PHANTOM OF HIS OWN FIGURING
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː ðeɪ sˈeɪ hiː sˈiːz æz ɐn ˈɪnstənt θˈɪŋ mˈɔːɹ klˈɪɹ ðɐn tə dˈeɪ, ɐ swˈiːt sˈɔft sˈiːn ðæt wˈʌns wʌz ɪn plˈeɪ baɪ ðæt bɹˈaɪni ɡɹˈiːn; jˈɛs, nˈoʊts ˈɔlweɪ wˈɔːɹm, ɹˈiːəl, ænd kˈiːn, wˌʌt hɪz bˈæk jˈɪɹz bɹˈɪŋ— ɐ fˈæntəm ʌv hɪz ˈoʊn fˈɪɡjɚɹɪŋ.