text_original: Sweet, soothing calm fell o'er me I watched the Islet still, All round me heard I voices Which seemed the air to fill. Said one, "That Isle is holy, For Saints are sleeping there, Now lonely and deserted, T'was once an Isle of prayer." "O Man!
text_transcription: SWEET SOOTHING CALM FELL OVER ME I WATCHED THE ISLET STILL ALL ROUND ME HEARD I VOICES WHICH SEEMED THE AIR TO FILL SAID ONE THAT ISLE IS HOLY FOR SAINTS ARE SLEEPING THERE NOW LONELY AND DESERTED TWAS ONCE AN ISLE OF PRAYER O MAN
phonemes: swˈiːt, sˈuːðɪŋ kˈɑːm fˈɛl ˈɔːɹ mˌiː aɪ wˈɑːtʃt ðɪ ˈaɪlɪt stˈɪl, ˈɔːl ɹˈaʊnd mˌiː hˈɜːd aɪ vˈɔɪsᵻz wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd ðɪ ˈɛɹ tə fˈɪl. sˈɛd wˌʌn, "ðæt ˈaɪəl ɪz hˈoʊli, fɔːɹ sˈeɪnts ɑːɹ slˈiːpɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, nˈaʊ lˈoʊnli ænd dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd, tˈiːwˈɑːz wˈʌns ɐn ˈaɪəl ʌv pɹˈɛɹ." "ˈoʊ mˈæn!