text_original: Now look and listen! but draw not near The lonely water of Ashly Mere!   For so it happens this time each year As you lean by the mere and listen: And the moaning voice I understand,   For oft I have watched it draw to land, And lift from the water a ghastly hand And a face whose eyeballs glisten.
text_transcription: NOW LOOK AND LISTEN BUT DRAW NOT NEAR THE LONELY WATER OF ASHLEY MERE FOR SO IT HAPPENS THIS TIME EACH YEAR AS YOU LEAN BY THE MIRROR AND LISTEN AND THE MOANING VOICE I UNDERSTAND FOR OFT I HAVE WATCHED IT DRAW TO LAND AND LIFT FROM THE WATER A GHASTLY HAND AND A FACE WHOSE EYEBALLS GLISTEN
phonemes: nˈaʊ lˈʊk ænd lˈɪsən! bˌʌt dɹˈɔː nˌɑːt nˌɪɹ ðə lˈoʊnli wˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv ˈæʃli mˈɪɹ!   fɔːɹ sˌoʊ ɪt hˈæpənz ðɪs tˈaɪm ˈiːtʃ jˈɪɹ æz juː lˈiːn baɪ ðə mˈɪɹ ænd lˈɪsən: ænd ðə mˈoʊnɪŋ vˈɔɪs aɪ ˌʌndɚstˈænd,   fɔːɹ ˈɔft aɪ hæv wˈɑːtʃt ɪt dɹˈɔː tə lˈænd, ænd lˈɪft fɹʌmðə wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɐ ɡˈæstli hˈænd ænd ɐ fˈeɪs hˌuːz ˈaɪbɔːlz ɡlˈɪsən.