text_original: On an errand of mercy I hitherward came, While the walls of thy castle Yet spouted with flame. "Pentagoet's dark vessels Were moored in the bay, Grim sea lions, roaring Aloud for their prey."
text_transcription: ON AN ERRAND OF MERCY I HID THE WORD CAME WHILE THE WALLS OF THY CASTLE YET SPOUTED WITH FLAME PENT TO GO ITS DARK VESSELS WERE MOORED IN A BAG AND SEA LIONS ROARING ALOUD FOR THEIR PREY
phonemes: ˌɔn ɐn ˈɛɹənd ʌv mˈɜːsi aɪ hˈɪðɜːwɚd kˈeɪm, wˌaɪl ðə wˈɔːlz ʌv ðˌaɪ kˈæsəl jˈɛt spˈaʊɾᵻd wɪð flˈeɪm. "pˈɛntɐɡˌoʊts dˈɑːɹk vˈɛsəlz wɜː mˈʊɹd ɪnðə bˈeɪ, ɡɹˈɪm sˈiː lˈaɪənz, ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ ɐlˈaʊd fɔːɹ ðɛɹ pɹˈeɪ."