text_original: Hark, the dull moan, Like the deep tone Of ocean's groan, Afar, by night ! More and more Fades it now, As on shore Ripple's flow, — As the plaint Far and faint Of a saint Murmured low.
text_transcription: HARK THE DULL MOAN LIKE THE DEEP TONE OF OCEAN'S GROWN AFAR BY NIGHT MORE AND MORE FADES IT NOW AS ON SHORE RIPPLES FLOW AS THE PLAINT FAR AND FAINT OF A SAINT MURMURED LOW
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk, ðə dˈʌl mˈoʊn, lˈaɪk ðə dˈiːp tˈoʊn ʌv ˈoʊʃənz ɡɹˈoʊn, ɐfˈɑːɹ, baɪ nˈaɪt ! mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ fˈeɪdz ɪt nˈaʊ, æz ˌɔn ʃˈɔːɹ ɹˈɪpəlz flˈoʊ, — æz ðə plˈeɪnt fˈɑːɹ ænd fˈeɪnt əvə sˈeɪnt mˈɜːmɚd lˈoʊ.