text_original: Thou— as a gallant bark, from Albion's coast. (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed.) Shoots into port at some well havened isle. Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile; There sits quiescent on the Hoods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her. fanning light her streamers gay, — So thou, with sails how swift!
text_transcription: THOU AS A GALLANT BARK FROM ALBION'S COAST THE STORMS ALL WEATHERED AND THE OCEAN CROSSED SHOOTS INTO PORT AT SOME WELL HAVEN ISLE WHERE SPICES BREATHE AND BRIGHTER SEASONS SMILE THERE SITS QUIESCENT ON THE FLOODS THAT SHOW HER BEAUTEOUS FORM REFLECTED CLEAR BELOW WHILE AIRS IMPREGNATED WITH INCENSE PLAY AROUND HER FANNING LIGHT HER STREAMERS GAY SO THOU WITH SAILS HOW SWIFT
phonemes: ðˈaʊ— æz ɐ ɡˈælənt bˈɑːɹk, fɹʌm ˈælbɪənz kˈoʊst. (ðə stˈɔːɹmz ˈɔːl wˈɛðɚd ænd ðɪ ˈoʊʃən kɹˈɔst.) ʃˈuːts ˌɪntʊ pˈɔːɹt æt sˌʌm wˈɛl hˈeɪvənd ˈaɪəl. wˌɛɹ spˈaɪsᵻz bɹˈiːð ænd bɹˈaɪɾɚ sˈiːzənz smˈaɪl; ðɛɹ sˈɪts kwɪˈɛsənt ɔnðə hˈʊdz, ðæt ʃˈoʊ hɜː bjˈuːɾiəs fˈɔːɹm ɹᵻflˈɛktᵻd klˈɪɹ bᵻlˈoʊ, wˌaɪl ˈɛɹz ɪmpɹˈɛɡneɪɾᵻd wɪð ˈɪnsɛns plˈeɪ ɚɹˈaʊnd hɜː. fˈænɪŋ lˈaɪt hɜː stɹˈiːmɚz ɡˈeɪ, — sˌoʊ ðˈaʊ, wɪð sˈeɪlz hˌaʊ swˈɪft!