text_original: OUTWARD BOUND. I leate behind me the elm shadowed square And carven portals of the silent street, And wander on with listless, vagrant feet Through seaward leading alleys, till the air Smells of the sea, and straightway then the care 124 POEMS OF FANCY. Slips from my heart, and life once more is sweet. At the lane's ending lie the white winged fleet.
text_transcription: OUTWARD BOUND I LEAVE BEHIND ME THE ELM SHADOWED SQUARE AND CARVEN PORTALS OF THE SILENT STREET AND WANDER ON WITH LISTLESS VAGRANT FEET THROUGH SEAWARD LEADING ALLEYS TILL THE AIR SMELLS OF THE SEA AND STRAIGHTWAY THEN THE CARE SLIPS FROM MY HEART AND LIFE ONCE MORE IS SWEET AT THE LANES ENDING LIE THE WHITE WINGED FLEET
phonemes: ˈaʊtwɚd bˈaʊnd. aɪ lˈiːt bᵻhˌaɪnd mˌiː ðɪ ˈɛlm ʃˈædoʊd skwˈɛɹ ænd kˈɑːɹvən pˈɔːɹɾəlz ʌvðə sˈaɪlənt stɹˈiːt, ænd wˈɔndɚɹ ˌɔn wɪð lˈɪstləs, vˈeɪɡɹənt fˈiːt θɹuː sˈiːwɚd lˈiːdɪŋ ˈælɪz, tˈɪl ðɪ ˈɛɹ smˈɛlz ʌvðə sˈiː, ænd stɹˈeɪtweɪ ðˈɛn ðə kˈɛɹ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv fˈænsi. slˈɪps fɹʌm maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ænd lˈaɪf wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ɪz swˈiːt. æt ðə lˈeɪnz ˈɛndɪŋ lˈaɪ ðə wˈaɪt wˈɪŋd flˈiːt.