text_original: My little craft sails not alone: A thousand fleets from every zone Are out upon a thousand seas; And what for me were favoring breeze Might dash another, with the shock Of doom, upon some hidden rock.
text_transcription: MY LITTLE CRAFT SAILS NOT ALONE A THOUSAND FLEETS FROM EVERY ZONE ARE OUT UPON A THOUSAND SEAS AND WHAT FOR ME WERE FAVOURING BREEZE MIGHT DASH ANOTHER WITH THE SHOCK OF DOOM UPON SOME HIDDEN ROCK
phonemes: maɪ lˈɪɾəl kɹˈæft sˈeɪlz nˌɑːt ɐlˈoʊn: ɐ θˈaʊzənd flˈiːts fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi zˈoʊn ɑːɹ ˈaʊt əpˌɑːn ɐ θˈaʊzənd sˈiːz; ænd wʌt fɔːɹ mˌiː wɜː fˈeɪvɚɹɪŋ bɹˈiːz mˌaɪt dˈæʃ ɐnˈʌðɚ, wɪððə ʃˈɑːk ʌv dˈuːm, əpˌɑːn sˌʌm hˈɪdən ɹˈɑːk.