text_original: 28 SUNRISE ALONG SHORE Athwart the harbor lingers yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are set The noiseless shadows steal away; But all the winnowed eastern sky Is flushed with many a tender hue, And spears of light are smiting through The ranks where huddled sea mists fly.
text_transcription: MAN SUNRISE ALONG SHORE ATHWART THE HARBOUR LINGERS YET THE ASHEN GLEAM OF BREAKING DAY AND WHERE THE GUARDIAN CLIFFS ARE SET THE NOISELESS SHADOWS STEAL AWAY BUT ALL THE WINNOWED EASTERN SKY IS FLUSHED WITH MANY A TENDER HUE AND SPEARS OF LIGHT ARE SMITING THROUGH THE RANKS WHERE HUDDLED SEA MISTS FLY
phonemes: twˈɛnti ˈeɪt sˈʌnɹaɪz ɐlˈɔŋ ʃˈɔːɹ ˈæθwɔːɹt ðə hˈɑːɹbɚ lˈɪŋɡɚz jˈɛt ðɪ ˈæʃən ɡlˈiːm ʌv bɹˈeɪkɪŋ dˈeɪ, ænd wˌɛɹ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdiən klˈɪfs ɑːɹ sˈɛt ðə nˈɔɪzləs ʃˈædoʊz stˈiːl ɐwˈeɪ; bˌʌt ˈɔːl ðə wˈɪnoʊd ˈiːstɚn skˈaɪ ɪz flˈʌʃt wɪð mˈɛni ɐ tˈɛndɚ hjˈuː, ænd spˈɪɹz ʌv lˈaɪt ɑːɹ smˈaɪɾɪŋ θɹuː ðə ɹˈæŋks wˌɛɹ hˈʌdəld sˈiː mˈɪsts flˈaɪ.