text_original: Fathoms deeper is her sleep. Oh! the current driveth strong. Wilder tides drive souls along. Drifting, though he loved her not, To the heart of Launcelot, Let her pass; it is her place.
text_transcription: FATHOM STEEPER IS HER SLEEP O THE CURRENT DRIVER STRONG WILDER TIDES DRIVE SOULS ALONG DRIFTING THOUGH HE LOVED HER NOT TO THE HEART OF LAUNCELOT LET HER PASS IT IS HER PLACE
phonemes: fˈæðəmz dˈiːpɚɹ ɪz hɜː slˈiːp. ˈoʊ! ðə kˈɜːɹənt dɹˈaɪvəθ stɹˈɔŋ. wˈaɪldɚ tˈaɪdz dɹˈaɪv sˈoʊlz ɐlˈɔŋ. dɹˈɪftɪŋ, ðˌoʊ hiː lˈʌvd hɜː nˈɑːt, tə ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv lˈɔːnsɪlˌɑːt, lˈɛt hɜː pˈæs; ɪɾ ɪz hɜː plˈeɪs.