text_original: Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me.
text_transcription: SERENE I FOLD MY HANDS AND WAIT NOR CARE FOR WIND OR TIDE OR SEA I RAVE NO MORE GAST TIME OR FATE FOR LO MY OWN SHALL COME TO ME
phonemes: sɚɹˈiːn, aɪ fˈoʊld maɪ hˈændz ænd wˈeɪt, nˈɔːɹ kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ wˈɪnd, ɔːɹ tˈaɪd, ɔːɹ sˈiː; aɪ ɹˈeɪv nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɡˈeɪnst tˈaɪm ɔːɹ fˈeɪt, fɔːɹ, lˈoʊ! maɪ ˈoʊn ʃˌæl kˈʌm tə mˌiː.