text_original: and tho' she struggled pale, Did it not hold her cold and fast, Till crawled the tide o'er rock and swale, To her at last? Down in the pool where she was swept He holds her  Oh, go not a near! For none has heard her cry but wept And died that year.
text_transcription: AND THOUGH SHE STRUGGLED PALE THEY DID NOT HOLD HER COLD AND FAST TILL CRAWL TO TIDE OVER ROCK AND SWALE TO HER AT LAST DOWN IN THE POOL WHERE SHE WAS SWEPT HE HOLDS HER O GO NOT ANEAR FOR NONE HAS HEARD HER CRY BUT WEPT AND DIED THAT YEAR
phonemes: ænd ðˈoʊ ʃiː stɹˈʌɡəld pˈeɪl, dˈɪd ɪt nˌɑːt hˈoʊld hɜː kˈoʊld ænd fˈæst, tˈɪl kɹˈɔːld ðə tˈaɪd ˈɔːɹ ɹˈɑːk ænd swˈɑːl, tə hɜːɹ æt lˈæst? dˌaʊn ɪnðə pˈuːl wˌɛɹ ʃiː wʌz swˈɛpt hiː hˈoʊldz hɜːɹ ˈoʊ, ɡˌoʊ nˌɑːɾə nˈɪɹ! fɔːɹ nˈʌn hɐz hˈɜːd hɜː kɹˈaɪ bˌʌt wˈɛpt ænd dˈaɪd ðæt jˈɪɹ.