text_original: The sun is gone; the tide is flowing free; The bay is opaled with wild light; and pale The lighthouse spears its flame now; through a veil That falls about the sea mysteriously.
text_transcription: THE SUN IS GONE THE TIDE IS FLOWING FREE THE BAY IS OPENED WITH WILD LIGHT AND PALE THE LIGHTHOUSE BEARS ITS FLAME NOW THROUGH A VEIL THAT FALLS ABOUT THE SEA MYSTERIOUSLY
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn ɪz ɡˈɔn; ðə tˈaɪd ɪz flˈoʊɪŋ fɹˈiː; ðə bˈeɪ ɪz ˈoʊpeɪld wɪð wˈaɪld lˈaɪt; ænd pˈeɪl ðə lˈaɪthaʊs spˈɪɹz ɪts flˈeɪm nˈaʊ; θɹuː ɐ vˈeɪl ðæt fˈɔːlz ɐbˌaʊt ðə sˈiː mɪstˈɪɹiəsli.