text_original: Four of us living and one for a ghost, Furrowing crest and swell. Through the surge and the dark, for that faint far spark. We ploughed with Azrael. Three of us rufBed and one gone mad. Crashing to south we went ; And three of us there were too spattered to care What this late sailing meant.
text_transcription: FOUR OF US LIVING AND ONE FOR A GHOST FURROWING CREST AND SWELL THROUGH THE SEARCH AND THE DARK FOR THAT FAINT FAR SPARK WE PLOUGHED WITH AZRAEL THREE OF US RUFFLED AND ONE GONE MAD CRASHING TO SOUTH WE WENT AND THREE OF US THERE WERE TWO SPATTER TO CARE WHAT THIS SLATE SAILING MEANT
phonemes: fˈɔːɹ ʌv ˌʌs lˈɪvɪŋ ænd wˈʌn fɚɹə ɡˈoʊst, fˈɜːɹoʊɪŋ kɹˈɛst ænd swˈɛl. θɹuː ðə sˈɜːdʒ ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk, fɔːɹ ðæt fˈeɪnt fˈɑːɹ spˈɑːɹk. wiː plˈaʊd wɪð ˈæzɹeɪl. θɹˈiː ʌv ˌʌs ɹˈʌf bˈɛd ænd wˈʌn ɡɔn mˈæd. kɹˈæʃɪŋ tə sˈaʊθ wiː wˈɛnt ; ænd θɹˈiː ʌv ˌʌs ðɛɹwˌɜː tˈuː spˈæɾɚd tə kˈɛɹ wʌt ðɪs lˈeɪt sˈeɪlɪŋ mˈɛnt.