text_original: Many a year is in its grave Since I crossed this restless wave: And the evening, fair as ever. Shines on ruin, rock, and river.
text_transcription: MANY A YEAR IS IN ITS GRAVE SINCE I CROSSED THIS RESTLESS WAVE AND THE EVENING FAIR AS EVER SHINES ON RUIN ROCK AND RIVER
phonemes: mˈɛni ɐ jˈɪɹ ɪz ɪn ɪts ɡɹˈeɪv sˈɪns aɪ kɹˈɔst ðɪs ɹˈɛstləs wˈeɪv: ænd ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ, fˈɛɹ æz ˈɛvɚ. ʃˈaɪnz ˌɔn ɹˈuːɪn, ɹˈɑːk, ænd ɹˈɪvɚ.