text_original: Had she bread? Had she known but the touch of the warm tempered wave? Was she born upon earth with a crown on her head; Or born like myself, but a dreamer, instead? So long it had been! So long! Why the sea, That wrinkled and surly old time tempered slave, Had been born, had his revels, grown wrinkled and hoar Since I last saw my love on that uttermost shore. VII. O, how fared my love?
text_transcription: HAD SHE BRED HAD SHE KNOWN BUT THE TOUCH OF THE WARM TEMPERED WAVE WAS SHE BORN UPON EARTH WITH A CROWN ON HER HEAD OR BORN LIKE MYSELF BUT A DREAM I INSTEAD SO LONG IT HAD BEEN SO LONG WHY THE SEA THAT WRINKLED AND SURLY OLD TIME TEMPERED SLAVE HAD BEEN BORN HAD HIS REVELS GROWN WRINKLED AND HOAR SINCE I LAST SAW MY LOVE ON THAT UTTERMOST SHORE SEVEN O HOW FARED MY LOVE
phonemes: hæd ʃiː bɹˈɛd? hæd ʃiː nˈoʊn bˌʌt ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌvðə wˈɔːɹm tˈɛmpɚd wˈeɪv? wʌz ʃiː bˈɔːɹn əpˌɑːn ˈɜːθ wɪð ɐ kɹˈaʊn ˌɔn hɜː hˈɛd; ɔːɹ bˈɔːɹn lˈaɪk maɪsˈɛlf, bˌʌt ɐ dɹˈiːmɚ, ɪnstˈɛd? sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ ɪt hɐdbɪn! sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ! wˌaɪ ðə sˈiː, ðæt ɹˈɪŋkəld ænd sˈɜːli ˈoʊld tˈaɪm tˈɛmpɚd slˈeɪv, hɐdbɪn bˈɔːɹn, hæd hɪz ɹˈɛvəlz, ɡɹˈoʊn ɹˈɪŋkəld ænd hˈɔːɹ sˈɪns aɪ lˈæst sˈɔː maɪ lˈʌv ˌɔn ðæt ˈʌɾɚmˌoʊst ʃˈɔːɹ. ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən. ˈoʊ, hˌaʊ fˈɛɹd maɪ lˈʌv?