text_original: Round it runs a fence of bronze, and night spreads in triple line all about it like a neck circlet, while above grow the roots of the earth and unfruitful sea.
text_transcription: ROUND IT RUNS A FENCE OF BRONZE AND NIGHT SPREADS IN TRIPLE LINE ALL ABOUT IT LIKE A NECK CIRCLET WHILE ABOVE GROW THE ROOTS OF THE EARTH AND UNFRUITFUL SEA
phonemes: ɹˈaʊnd ɪt ɹˈʌnz ɐ fˈɛns ʌv bɹˈɑːnz, ænd nˈaɪt spɹˈɛdz ɪn tɹˈɪpəl lˈaɪn ˈɔːl ɐbˌaʊt ɪt lˈaɪk ɐ nˈɛk sˈɜːklɪt, wˌaɪl əbˌʌv ɡɹˈoʊ ðə ɹˈuːts ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd ʌnfɹˈuːtfəl sˈiː.