text_original: Then she stood in the boat on the borders of night As a goddess might stand on that far wonder land Of eternal sweet life, which men have named Death. I turned to the sea and I caught at my breath, As she drew from the boat through her white baby hand Her vestment of purple imperial, and white.
text_transcription: THEN SHE STOOD IN THE BOAT ON THE BORDERS OF NIGHT AS A GODDESS MIGHT STAND ON THAT FAR WANDER LAND OF ETERNAL SWEET LIFE WHICH MEN HAVE NAMED DEATH I TURNED TO THE SEA AND I CAUGHT AT MY BREATH AS SHE DREW FROM THE BOAT THROUGH HER WHITE BABY HAND HER VESTMENT OF PURPLE IMPERIAL AND WHITE
phonemes: ðˈɛn ʃiː stˈʊd ɪnðə bˈoʊt ɔnðə bˈɔːɹdɚz ʌv nˈaɪt æz ɐ ɡˈɑːdəs mˌaɪt stˈænd ˌɔn ðæt fˈɑːɹ wˈʌndɚ lˈænd ʌv ɪtˈɜːnəl swˈiːt lˈaɪf, wˌɪtʃ mˈɛn hæv nˈeɪmd dˈɛθ. aɪ tˈɜːnd tə ðə sˈiː ænd aɪ kˈɔːt æt maɪ bɹˈɛθ, æz ʃiː dɹˈuː fɹʌmðə bˈoʊt θɹuː hɜː wˈaɪt bˈeɪbi hˈænd hɜː vˈɛstmənt ʌv pˈɜːpəl ɪmpˈɪɹiəl, ænd wˈaɪt.