text_original: And though, toil tried, He withers daily, Time touches her not, But she still rides gaily In his rapt thought On that shagged and shaly Atlantic spot, And as when first eyed Draws rein and sings to the swing of the tide.
text_transcription: AND THOUGH TOIL TRIED HE WITH US DAILY TIME TOUCHES HER NOT BUT SHE STILL WRITES GAILY IN HIS RAPT THOUGHT ON THAT SHAGGED AND SHAYLY ATLANTIC SPOT AND AS WHEN FIRST EYED DRAWS RAIN AND SINGS TO THE SWING OF THE TIDE
phonemes: ænd ðˌoʊ, tˈɔɪl tɹˈaɪd, hiː wˈɪðɚz dˈeɪli, tˈaɪm tˈʌtʃᵻz hɜː nˈɑːt, bˌʌt ʃiː stˈɪl ɹˈaɪdz ɡˈeɪli ɪn hɪz ɹˈæpt θˈɔːt ˌɔn ðæt ʃˈæɡd ænd ʃˈɑːli ɐtlˈæntɪk spˈɑːt, ænd æz wɛn fˈɜːst ˈaɪd dɹˈɔːz ɹˈeɪn ænd sˈɪŋz tə ðə swˈɪŋ ʌvðə tˈaɪd.