text_original: Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow; Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, LIGHT: DAY: NIGHT. $$ Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail.
text_transcription: GRATEFULLY FLOWS THY FRESHNESS ROUND MY BROW THOU HAST BEEN OUT UPON THE DEEP AT PLAY WRITING ALL DAY THE WILD BLUE WAVES TILL NOW ROUGHENING THEIR CRESTS AND SCATTERING HIGH THEIR SPRAY AND SWELLING THE WHITE SAIL
phonemes: ɡɹˈeɪtfəli flˈoʊz ðˌaɪ fɹˈɛʃnəs ɹˈaʊnd maɪ bɹˈaʊ; ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst bˌɪn ˈaʊt əpˌɑːn ðə dˈiːp æt plˈeɪ, ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ðə wˈaɪld blˈuː wˈeɪvz tˈɪl nˈaʊ, lˈaɪt: dˈeɪ: nˈaɪt. dˈɑːlɚdˌɑːlɚ ɹˈʌfənɪŋ ðɛɹ kɹˈɛsts, ænd skˈæɾɚɹɪŋ hˈaɪ ðɛɹ spɹˈeɪ, ænd swˈɛlɪŋ ðə wˈaɪt sˈeɪl.