text_original: Dead, she drifted to his feet. Tell us, Love, is Death so sweet? Oh! the river floweth deep. Fathoms deeper is her sleep. Oh! the current driveth strong. Wilder tides drive souls along.
text_transcription: DEAD SHE DRIFTED TO HIS FEET TELL US LOVE IS DEATH SO SWEET O THE RIVER FLOWETH DEEP FATHOM STEEPER IS HER SLEEP O THE CURRENT DRIVER STRONG WILDER TIDES DRIVE SOULS ALONG
phonemes: dˈɛd, ʃiː dɹˈɪftᵻd tə hɪz fˈiːt. tˈɛl ˌʌs, lˈʌv, ɪz dˈɛθ sˌoʊ swˈiːt? ˈoʊ! ðə ɹˈɪvɚ flˈoʊəθ dˈiːp. fˈæðəmz dˈiːpɚɹ ɪz hɜː slˈiːp. ˈoʊ! ðə kˈɜːɹənt dɹˈaɪvəθ stɹˈɔŋ. wˈaɪldɚ tˈaɪdz dɹˈaɪv sˈoʊlz ɐlˈɔŋ.