text_original: A waif of the goblin pirate crew, With not a soul to deplore him, He steers for the open verge of blue With the filmy world before him. 346 POEMS OF NATURE. His flimsy sails abroad on the wind Are shivered with fairy thunder; On a line that sings to the light of his wings He makes for the lands of wonder.
text_transcription: A WAIF OF THE GOBLIN PIRATE CREW WITH NOT A SOUL TO DEPLORE HIM HE STEERS FOR THE OPEN VERGE OF BLUE WITH THE FILMY WORLD BEFORE HIM HIS FLIMSY SAILS ABROAD ON THE WIND ARE SHIVERED WITH FAIRY THUNDER ON A LINE THAT SINGS TO THE LIGHT OF HIS WINGS HE MAKES FOR THE LANDS OF WONDER
phonemes: ɐ wˈeɪf ʌvðə ɡˈɑːblɪn pˈaɪɹət kɹˈuː, wɪð nˌɑːɾə sˈoʊl tə dᵻplˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, hiː stˈɪɹz fɚðɪ ˈoʊpən vˈɜːdʒ ʌv blˈuː wɪððə fˈɪlmi wˈɜːld bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɪks pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. hɪz flˈɪmzi sˈeɪlz ɐbɹˈɔːd ɔnðə wˈɪnd ɑːɹ ʃˈɪvɚd wɪð fˈɛɹi θˈʌndɚ; ˌɔn ɐ lˈaɪn ðæt sˈɪŋz tə ðə lˈaɪt ʌv hɪz wˈɪŋz hiː mˌeɪks fɚðə lˈændz ʌv wˈʌndɚ.