text_original: Now she turned, reached a hand; then a tall gondolier That had leaned on his oar, like a long lifted spear, Shot sudden and swift and all silently And drew to her side as she turned from the tide. . . It was odd, such a thing, and I counted it queer That a princess like this, whether virgin or bride, Should abide thus apart, and should bathe in that sea; And I shook back my hair, and so unsatisfied.
text_transcription: NOW SHE TURNED REACHED A HAND THEN A TALL GONDOLIER THAT HAD LEANED ON HIS OAR LIKE A LONG LIFTED SPEAR SHOT SUDDEN AND SWIFT AND ALL SILENTLY AND DREW TO HER SIDE AS SHE TURNED FROM THE TIDE IT WAS ODD SUCH A THING AND I COUNTED IT QUEER THAT A PRINCESS LIKE THIS WHETHER VIRGIN OR BRIDE SHOULD ABIDE THUS APART AND SHOULD BATHE IN THAT SEA AND I SHOOK BACK MY HAIR AND SO UNSATISFIED
phonemes: nˈaʊ ʃiː tˈɜːnd, ɹˈiːtʃt ɐ hˈænd; ðˈɛn ɐ tˈɔːl ɡˈɑːndəliɚ ðæt hæd lˈiːnd ˌɔn hɪz ˈɔːɹ, lˈaɪk ɐ lˈɔŋ lˈɪftᵻd spˈɪɹ, ʃˈɑːt sˈʌdən ænd swˈɪft ænd ˈɔːl sˈaɪləntli ænd dɹˈuː tə hɜː sˈaɪd æz ʃiː tˈɜːnd fɹʌmðə tˈaɪd. . . ɪt wʌz ˈɑːd, sˈʌtʃ ɐ θˈɪŋ, ænd aɪ kˈaʊntᵻd ɪt kwˈɪɹ ðˌæɾə pɹˈɪnsɛs lˈaɪk ðˈɪs, wˈɛðɚ vˈɜːdʒɪn ɔːɹ bɹˈaɪd, ʃˌʊd ɐbˈaɪd ðˈʌs ɐpˈɑːɹt, ænd ʃˌʊd bˈeɪð ɪn ðæt sˈiː; ænd aɪ ʃˈʊk bˈæk maɪ hˈɛɹ, ænd sˌoʊ ʌnsˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd.