text_original: The lake around his island lay smooth and dark and deep, And wrapt in a misty stillness the mountains were all asleep. Low kneel'd the Abbot Cormac when the dawn was dim and gray; The prayers of his holy office he faithfully 'gan say.
text_transcription: THE LAKE AROUND HIS ISLAND LAY SMOOTH AND DARK AND DEEP AND WRAPPED IN A MISTY STILLNESS THE MOUNTAINS WERE ALL ASLEEP LOBBOT COMMACK WHEN THE DAWN WAS DIM AND GRAY THE PRAYERS OF HIS HOLY OFFICE HE FAITHFULLY GAINED SAY
phonemes: ðə lˈeɪk ɚɹˈaʊnd hɪz ˈaɪlənd lˈeɪ smˈuːð ænd dˈɑːɹk ænd dˈiːp, ænd ɹˈæpt ɪn ɐ mˈɪsti stˈɪlnəs ðə mˈaʊntɪnz wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ɐslˈiːp. lˈoʊ nˈiːld ðɪ ˈæbət kˈɔːɹmæk wɛn ðə dˈɔːn wʌz dˈɪm ænd ɡɹˈeɪ; ðə pɹˈɛɹz ʌv hɪz hˈoʊli ˈɑːfɪs hiː fˈeɪθfəli ɡˈæn sˈeɪ.