text_original: He had fled from the mammoth by day, He had blasted the mammoth by night, War was his drunkenness, War was his dreaming, War was his love and his play. And he hissed at your heavenly glory While his councillors snarled in delight, Asking in irony: "What shall we learn From this whisperer, fragile and white?"
text_transcription: HE HAD FLED FROM THE MAMMOTH BY DAY HE HAD BLASTED THE MAMMOTH BY NIGHT WAR WAS HIS DRUNKENNESS WAR WAS HIS DREAMING WAR WAS HIS LOVE IN HIS PLAY AND HE HISSED AT YOUR HEAVENLY GLORY WHILE HIS COUNSELLORS SNARLED IN DELIGHT ASKING IN IRONY WHAT SHALL WE LEARN FROM THIS WHISPERER FRAGILE AND WHITE
phonemes: hiː hæd flˈɛd fɹʌmðə mˈæməθ baɪ dˈeɪ, hiː hæd blˈæstᵻd ðə mˈæməθ baɪ nˈaɪt, wˈɔːɹ wʌz hɪz dɹˈʌŋkənnəs, wˈɔːɹ wʌz hɪz dɹˈiːmɪŋ, wˈɔːɹ wʌz hɪz lˈʌv ænd hɪz plˈeɪ. ænd hiː hˈɪst æt jʊɹ hˈɛvənli ɡlˈɔːɹi wˌaɪl hɪz kˈaʊnsɪlɚz snˈɑːɹld ɪn dᵻlˈaɪt, ˈæskɪŋ ɪn ˈaɪɹəni: "wˌʌt ʃˌæl wiː lˈɜːn fɹʌm ðɪs wˈɪspɚɹɚ, fɹˈædʒəl ænd wˈaɪt?"