text_original: of tin  day, The burdens of the hear! unbind. With eiupt\ sail this tired bai Drifts out iipou the While ;ill the shore llk And silenci 438 POEMS OF SENTIMENT. At last awakes the hidden breeze That bears me to the land of dreams, Where music sighs among the trees And murmurs in the winding streams.
text_transcription: OF THE DAY THE BURDENS OF THE HEART UNBIND WITH EMPTY SAIL THIS TIRED BARK DRIFTS OUT UPON THE SEA OF REST WHILE ALL THE SHORE BEHIND GROWS DARK AND SILENCE REIGNS FROM EAST TO WEST AT LAST AWAKES THE HIDDEN BREEZE THAT BEARS ME TO THE LAND OF DREAMS WHERE MUSIC SIGHS AMONG THE TREES AND MURMURS IN THE WINDING STREAMS
phonemes: ʌv tˈɪn dˈeɪ, ðə bˈɜːdənz ʌvðə hˈɪɹ! ʌnbˈaɪnd. wɪð ˈaɪʌpt bˈækslæʃ sˈeɪl ðɪs tˈaɪɚd bˈaɪ dɹˈɪfts ˈaʊt ˈɪɪpˌuː ðə wˈaɪl ;ˈɪl ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ˌɛlˌɛlkˈeɪ ænd sˈaɪlənsˌaɪ fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi ˈeɪt pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv sˈɛntɪmənt. æt lˈæst ɐwˈeɪks ðə hˈɪdən bɹˈiːz ðæt bˈɛɹz mˌiː tə ðə lˈænd ʌv dɹˈiːmz, wˌɛɹ mjˈuːzɪk sˈaɪz ɐmˌʌŋ ðə tɹˈiːz ænd mˈɜːmɚz ɪnðə wˈaɪndɪŋ stɹˈiːmz.