text_original: When fell the night, up sprang the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the selfsame seas By each was cleaving, side by side: E'en so,  but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged?
text_transcription: WHEN FELL THE NIGHT UP SPRANG THE BREEZE AND ALL THE DARKLING HOURS THEY PLIED NOR DREAMT BUT EACH THE SELFSAME SEAS BY EACH WAS CLEAVING SIDE BY SIDE EVEN SO BUT WHY THE TALE REVEAL OF THOSE WHOM YEAR BY YEAR UNCHANGED BRIEF ABSENCE JOINED ANEW TO FEEL ASTOUNDED SOUL FROM SOUL ESTRANGED
phonemes: wˌɛn fˈɛl ðə nˈaɪt, ˌʌp spɹˈæŋ ðə bɹˈiːz, ænd ˈɔːl ðə dˈɑːɹklɪŋ ˈaʊɚz ðeɪ plˈaɪd, nˈɔːɹ dɹˈɛmpt bˌʌt ˈiːtʃ ðə sˈɛlfseɪm sˈiːz baɪ ˈiːtʃ wʌz klˈiːvɪŋ, sˈaɪd baɪ sˈaɪd: ˈɛən sˈoʊ,  bˌʌt wˌaɪ ðə tˈeɪl ɹᵻvˈiːl ʌv ðoʊz hˈuːm, jˈɪɹ baɪ jˈɪɹ ʌntʃˈeɪndʒd, bɹˈiːf ˈæbsəns dʒˈɔɪnd ɐnˈuː tə fˈiːl, ɐstˈaʊndᵻd, sˈoʊl fɹʌm sˈoʊl ɛstɹˈeɪndʒd?