text_original: For forms half seen were chasing The phantom forms that fled; And ghostly figures grappled And spectres fought and bled; Till the mist on a sudden settled And they saw before them fair, Over a hill to the westward, An island in the air.
text_transcription: FOR FORMS HALF SEEN WERE CHASING THE PHANTOM FORMS THAT FLED AND GHOSTLY FIGURES GRAPPLED AND SPECTRES FOUGHT AND BLED TILL THE MIST ON A SUDDEN SETTLED AND THEY SAW BEFORE THEM FAIR OVER A HILL TO THE WESTWARD AN ISLAND IN THE AIR
phonemes: fɔːɹ fˈɔːɹmz hˈæf sˈiːn wɜː tʃˈeɪsɪŋ ðə fˈæntəm fˈɔːɹmz ðæt flˈɛd; ænd ɡˈoʊstli fˈɪɡjɚz ɡɹˈæpəld ænd spˈɛktɚz fˈɔːt ænd blˈɛd; tˈɪl ðə mˈɪst ˌɔn ɐ sˈʌdən sˈɛɾəld ænd ðeɪ sˈɔː bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðˌɛm fˈɛɹ, ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐ hˈɪl tə ðə wˈɛstwɚd, ɐn ˈaɪlənd ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ.