text_original: There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea. divides This heavenly land from ours.
text_transcription: THERE EVERLASTING SPRING ABIDES AND NEVER WITHERING FLOWERS DEATH LIKE A NARROW SEA DIVIDES THIS HEAVENLY LAND FROM OURS
phonemes: ðɛɹ ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ spɹˈɪŋ ɐbˈaɪdz, ænd nˈɛvɚ wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ flˈaʊɚz; dˈɛθ, lˈaɪk ɐ nˈæɹoʊ sˈiː. dᵻvˈaɪdz ðɪs hˈɛvənli lˈænd fɹʌm aʊɚz.