text_original: Think that a sea had rolled between you twain If careless fortune had decreed it so, And you could only lie and look across To distant cloudy heights and know your loss, And see some favored valley, fair and sweet, Heap flowers at its feet.
text_transcription: THINK THAT A SEA HAD ROLLED BETWEEN YOU TWAIN IF CARELESS FORTUNE HAD DECREED IT SO AND YOU COULD ONLY LIE AND LOOK ACROSS TO DISTANT CLOUDY HEIGHTS AND KNOW YOUR LOSS AND SEE SOME FAVOURED VALLEY FAIR AND SWEET HEAP FLOWERS AT ITS FEET
phonemes: θˈɪŋk ðˌæɾə sˈiː hæd ɹˈoʊld bᵻtwˌiːn juː twˈeɪn ɪf kˈɛɹləs fˈɔːɹtʃʊn hæd dᵻkɹˈiːd ɪt sˈoʊ, ænd juː kʊd ˈoʊnli lˈaɪ ænd lˈʊk əkɹˌɑːs tə dˈɪstənt klˈaʊdi hˈaɪts ænd nˈoʊ jʊɹ lˈɔs, ænd sˈiː sˌʌm fˈeɪvɚd vˈæli, fˈɛɹ ænd swˈiːt, hˈiːp flˈaʊɚz æɾ ɪts fˈiːt.