text_original: they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed, And motionless for ever.  Motionless?   No  they are all unchained again. The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges. Breezes of the South!
text_transcription: THEY STRETCH IN AIRY UNDULATIONS FAR AWAY AS IF THE OCEAN IN HIS GENTLEST SWELL STOOD STILL WITH ALL HIS ROUNDED BILLOWS FIXED AND MOTIONLESS FOREVER MOTIONLESS NO THEY ARE ALL UNCHAINED AGAIN THE CLOUDS SWEEP OVER WITH THEIR SHADOWS AND BENEATH THE SURFACE ROLLS AND FLUCTUATES TO THE EYE DARK HOLLOWS SEEM TO GLIDE ALONG AND CHASE THE SUNNY RIDGES BREEZES OF THE SOUTH
phonemes: ðeɪ stɹˈɛtʃ ɪn ˈɛɹi ˌʌndʒuːlˈeɪʃənz, fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, æz ɪf ðɪ ˈoʊʃən, ɪn hɪz dʒˈɛntəlɪst swˈɛl, stˈʊd stˈɪl, wɪð ˈɔːl hɪz ɹˈaʊndᵻd bˈɪloʊz fˈɪkst, ænd mˈoʊʃənləs fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ.  mˈoʊʃənləs?   nˈoʊ ðeɪ ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ʌntʃˈeɪnd ɐɡˈɛn. ðə klˈaʊdz swˈiːp ˌoʊvɚ wɪð ðɛɹ ʃˈædoʊz, ænd, bᵻnˈiːθ, ðə sˈɜːfɪs ɹˈoʊlz ænd flˈʌktʃuːˌeɪts tə ðɪ ˈaɪ; dˈɑːɹk hˈɑːloʊz sˈiːm tə ɡlˈaɪd ɐlˈɔŋ ænd tʃˈeɪs ðə sˈʌni ɹˈɪdʒᵻz. bɹˈiːzᵻz ʌvðə sˈaʊθ!