text_original: The drowsy day, with half closed eyes, Dreams in this quaint forgotten street, That, like some old world wreckage, lies,   Left by the sea's receding beat,   Far from the city's restless feet.
text_transcription: THE DROWSY DAY WITH HALF CLOSED EYES DREAMS IN THIS QUAINT FORGOTTEN STREET THAT LIKE SOME OLD WORLD WRECKAGE LIES LEFT BY THE SEA'S RECEDING BEAT FAR FROM THE CITY'S RESTLESS FEET
phonemes: ðə dɹˈaʊsi dˈeɪ, wɪð hˈæf klˈoʊzd ˈaɪz, dɹˈiːmz ɪn ðɪs kwˈeɪnt fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ stɹˈiːt, ðˈæt, lˈaɪk sˌʌm ˈoʊld wˈɜːld ɹˈɛkɪdʒ, lˈaɪz,   lˈɛft baɪ ðə sˈiːz ɹᵻsˈiːdɪŋ bˈiːt,   fˈɑːɹ fɹʌmðə sˈɪɾiz ɹˈɛstləs fˈiːt.