text_original: How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet THE SEA. 431 For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the while where on the heap of stones Che white breast of the sea lark twitters sweet.
text_transcription: HOW HE SETS HIS BONES TO BASK IN THE SUN AND THRUSTS OUT KNEES AND FEET FOR THE RIPPLE TO RUN OVER IN ITS MIRTH LISTENING THE WHILE WHERE ON THE HEAP OF STONES THE WHITE BREAST OF THE SEA LARK TWITTERS SWEET
phonemes: hˌaʊ hiː sˈɛts hɪz bˈoʊnz tə bˈæsk ˈaɪ ðə sˈʌn, ænd θɹˈʌsts ˈaʊt nˈiːz ænd fˈiːt ðɪ ˌɛsˌiːˈeɪ. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn fɚðə ɹˈɪpəl tə ɹˈʌn ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪn ɪts mˈɜːθ; lˈɪsənɪŋ ðə wˈaɪl wˌɛɹ ɔnðə hˈiːp ʌv stˈoʊnz tʃˈiː wˈaɪt bɹˈɛst ʌvðə sˈiː lˈɑːɹk twˈɪɾɚz swˈiːt.