text_original: TORCELLO. She has said "yes," and the world is a smite. There she sits as she sat in my dream; There she sits, and the blue waves gleam, And the current bears us along the while For happy mile after happy mile, A fairy boat on a fairy stream.
text_transcription: TOCELLO SHE HAS SAID YES AND THE WORLD IS A SMILE THERE SHE SITS AS SHE SAID IN MY DREAM THERE SHE SITS AND THE BLUE WAVES GLEAM AND THE CURRENT BEARS US ALONG THE WHILE FOR HAPPY MILE AFTER HAPPY MILE A FAIRY BOAT ON A FAIRY STREAM
phonemes: tɔːɹtʃˈɛloʊ. ʃiː hɐz sˈɛd "jˈɛs," ænd ðə wˈɜːld ɪz ɐ smˈaɪt. ðɛɹ ʃiː sˈɪts æz ʃiː sˈæt ɪn maɪ dɹˈiːm; ðɛɹ ʃiː sˈɪts, ænd ðə blˈuː wˈeɪvz ɡlˈiːm, ænd ðə kˈɜːɹənt bˈɛɹz ˌʌs ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈaɪl fɔːɹ hˈæpi mˈaɪl ˈæftɚ hˈæpi mˈaɪl, ɐ fˈɛɹi bˈoʊt ˌɔn ɐ fˈɛɹi stɹˈiːm.