text_original: Silent, the mighty cliff receives at last That rage of elemental tenderness, The old, omnipotent caress she knows. Yet once the solid earth did melt for her And, pitying, made retreat before her flight; Would she have hidden her forever there?
text_transcription: SILENT THE MIGHTY CLIFF RECEIVES AT LAST THAT RAGE OF ELEMENTAL TENDERNESS THE OLD OMNIPOTENT CARESS SHE KNOWS YET ONCE THE SOLID EARTH DID MELT FOR HER AND PITYING MAY RETREAT BEFORE HER FLIGHT WOULD SHE HAVE HIDDEN HER FOREVER THERE
phonemes: sˈaɪlənt, ðə mˈaɪɾi klˈɪf ɹᵻsˈiːvz æt lˈæst ðæt ɹˈeɪdʒ ʌv ˌɛlɪmˈɛntəl tˈɛndɚnəs, ðɪ ˈoʊld, ɑːmnˈɪpətənt kɚɹˈɛs ʃiː nˈoʊz. jˈɛt wˈʌns ðə sˈɑːlɪd ˈɜːθ dˈɪd mˈɛlt fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ænd, pˈɪɾiɪŋ, mˌeɪd ɹᵻtɹˈiːt bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɜː flˈaɪt; wʊd ʃiː hæv hˈɪdən hɜː fɚɹˈɛvɚ ðˈɛɹ?