text_original: The wavelets looked liked dancers, Upon the sun lit sea, They sung in whispering chorus,— I thought they sung to me Of fair and far off landscapes Beyond that molten tide, Of better joys, and gladness Beyond those waters wide.
text_transcription: THE WAVELETS LOOKED LIKE DANCERS UPON THE SUNLIT SEA THEY SUNG IN WHISPERING CHORUS I THOUGHT THEY SUNG TO ME OF FAIR AND FAR OFF LANDSCAPES BEYOND THAT MOLTEN TIDE OF BETTER JOYS AND GLADNESS BEYOND THOSE WATERS WIDE
phonemes: ðə wˈeɪvlɪts lˈʊkt lˈaɪkt dˈænsɚz, əpˌɑːn ðə sˈʌn lˈɪt sˈiː, ðeɪ sˈʌŋ ɪn wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ kˈɔːɹəs,— aɪ θˈɔːt ðeɪ sˈʌŋ tə mˌiː ʌv fˈɛɹ ænd fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf lˈændskeɪps bᵻjˌɔnd ðæt mˈoʊltən tˈaɪd, ʌv bˈɛɾɚ dʒˈɔɪz, ænd ɡlˈædnəs bᵻjˌɔnd ðoʊz wˈɔːɾɚz wˈaɪd.