text_original: And the mariner who had seen them glisten, In whose ears those magic bells do sound, Night by night bides thereto watch and listen, Though death lurks behind each dark rock round So the bells of memory's wonder city Peal for me their old melodious chime
text_transcription: AND THE MARINER WHO HAD SEEN THEM GLISTEN IN WHOSE EARS THOSE MAGIC BELLS DO SOUND NIGHT BY NIGHT BIDES THERE TO WATCH AND LISTEN THOUGH DEATH LURKS BEHIND EACH DARK ROCK ROUND SO THE BELLS OF MEMORY'S WANDER CITY PEAL FOR ME THEIR OLD MELODIOUS CHIME
phonemes: ænd ðə mˈæɹɪnɚ hˌuː hæd sˈiːn ðˌɛm ɡlˈɪsən, ɪn hˌuːz ˈɪɹz ðoʊz mˈædʒɪk bˈɛlz dˈuː sˈaʊnd, nˈaɪt baɪ nˈaɪt bˈaɪdz ðɛɹtˈuː wˈɑːtʃ ænd lˈɪsən, ðˌoʊ dˈɛθ lˈɜːks bᵻhˌaɪnd ˈiːtʃ dˈɑːɹk ɹˈɑːk ɹˈaʊnd sˌoʊ ðə bˈɛlz ʌv mˈɛmɚɹiz wˈʌndɚ sˈɪɾi pˈiːl fɔːɹ mˌiː ðɛɹ ˈoʊld mɛlˈoʊdiəs tʃˈaɪm