text_original: Her window opens to the bay, On glistening light or misty gray, And there at dawn and set of day In prayer she kneels: "Dear Lord!" she saith, "to many a home From wind and wave the wanderers come; I only see the tossing foam Of stranger keels.
text_transcription: HER WINDOW OPENS TO THE BAY ON GLISTENING LIGHT OR MISTY GREY AND THERE AT DAWN AND SET OF DAY IN PRAYER SHE KNEELS DEAR LORD SHE SAYS TO MANY A HOME FROM WIND AND WAVE THE WANDERERS COME I ONLY SEE THE TOSSING FOAM OF STRANGER KEELS
phonemes: hɜː wˈɪndoʊ ˈoʊpənz tə ðə bˈeɪ, ˌɔn ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ lˈaɪt ɔːɹ mˈɪsti ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd ðɛɹ æt dˈɔːn ænd sˈɛt ʌv dˈeɪ ɪn pɹˈɛɹ ʃiː nˈiːlz: "dˈɪɹ lˈɔːɹd!" ʃiː sˈeɪθ, "tə mˈɛni ɐ hˈoʊm fɹʌm wˈɪnd ænd wˈeɪv ðə wˈɔndɚɹɚz kˈʌm; aɪ ˈoʊnli sˈiː ðə tˈɔsɪŋ fˈoʊm ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒɚ kˈiːlz.