text_original: Sitting all day in a silver mist, In silver silence all the day, Save for the low, soft kiss of spray, And the lisp of sands by waters kissed, As the tide draws up the bay.
text_transcription: SITTING ALL DAY IN A SILVER MIST IN SILVER SILENCE ALL THE DAY SAVE FOR THE LOW SOFT KISS OF SPRAY AND THE LISP OF SANDS BY WATERS KISSED AS THE TIDE DRAWS UP THE BAY
phonemes: sˈɪɾɪŋ ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ɪn ɐ sˈɪlvɚ mˈɪst, ɪn sˈɪlvɚ sˈaɪləns ˈɔːl ðə dˈeɪ, sˈeɪv fɚðə lˈoʊ, sˈɔft kˈɪs ʌv spɹˈeɪ, ænd ðə lˈɪsp ʌv sˈændz baɪ wˈɔːɾɚz kˈɪst, æz ðə tˈaɪd dɹˈɔːz ˌʌp ðə bˈeɪ.