text_original: The dark wave, the plumed wave, It meets his eager glance; And it sparkles 'neath the stars, Like the glimmer of a lance   A dark wave, a plumed wave, On an emerald expanse. A sharp clang, a still clang, And terror in the sound!
text_transcription: THE DARK WAVE THE PLUMED WAVE IT MEETS HIS EAGER GLANCE AND IT SPARKLES NEATH THE STARS LIKE THE GLIMMERING OF A LANCE A DARK WAVE A PLUMED WAVE ON THE EMERALD EXPANSE A SHARP CLANG A STILL CLANG AND TERROR IN THE SOUND
phonemes: ðə dˈɑːɹk wˈeɪv, ðə plˈuːmd wˈeɪv, ɪt mˈiːts hɪz ˈiːɡɚ ɡlˈæns; ænd ɪt spˈɑːɹkəlz nˈiːθ ðə stˈɑːɹz, lˈaɪk ðə ɡlˈɪmɚɹ əvə lˈæns ɐ dˈɑːɹk wˈeɪv, ɐ plˈuːmd wˈeɪv, ˌɔn ɐn ˈɛmɚɹəld ɛkspˈæns. ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp klˈæŋ, ɐ stˈɪl klˈæŋ, ænd tˈɛɹɚɹ ɪnðə sˈaʊnd!