text_original: Saying thus he sought repose, In the tomb whence he arose. * * * * * The Angel shewed me these things, In pictures bright and true; I woke!—my eyes were resting Upon the waters blue. But oh! the waves seem sighing For sorrow at my tale, The sea birds floating o'er them.
text_transcription: SAYING THUS HE SOUGHT REPOSE IN THE TOMB WHENCE HE AROSE THE ANGEL SHOWED ME THESE THINGS IN PICTURES BRIGHT AND TRUE I WOKE MY EYES WERE RESTING UPON THE WATERS BLUE BUT OH THE WAVES SEEM SIGHING FOR SORROW AT MY TALE THE SEA BIRDS FLOATING OVER THEM
phonemes: sˈeɪɪŋ ðˈʌs hiː sˈɔːt ɹᵻpˈoʊz, ɪnðə tˈuːm wˈɛns hiː ɚɹˈoʊz. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ðɪ ˈeɪndʒəl ʃˈoʊd mˌiː ðiːz θˈɪŋz, ɪn pˈɪktʃɚz bɹˈaɪt ænd tɹˈuː; aɪ wˈoʊk!—maɪ ˈaɪz wɜː ɹˈɛstɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɔːɾɚz blˈuː. bˌʌt ˈoʊ! ðə wˈeɪvz sˈiːm sˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ æt maɪ tˈeɪl, ðə sˈiː bˈɜːdz flˈoʊɾɪŋ ˈɔːɹ ðˌɛm.