text_original: d night, Above Time s charnel scowls with armored brow. ON THE GREAT WAR THE LITTLE FARM Along the vague horizon, vapor bound, A monstrous muttering forever broke, As tho the Titans at their council spoke, Far off, or in some cavern underground; But at the little farm there was no sound, Save when a low and idiot laughter woke.
text_transcription: THE LITTLE FARM BY GEORGE STERLING DREADFULLY REVOKED OTWORK BY SONYA THE LITTLE FARM ALONG THE VAGUE HORIZON VAPOR BOUND A MONSTROUS MUTTERING FOREVER BROKE AS THOUGH THE TITANS AT THEIR COUNCIL SPOKE FAR OFF OR IN SOME CAVERN UNDERGROUND BUT AT THE LITTLE FARM THERE WAS NO SOUND SAVE WHEN A LOW AND IDIOT LAUGHTER WOKE
phonemes: dˈiː nˈaɪt, əbˌʌv tˈaɪm ˈɛs tʃˈɑːɹnəl skˈaʊlz wɪð ˈɑːɹmɚd bɹˈaʊ. ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɔːɹ ðə lˈɪɾəl fˈɑːɹm ɐlˈɔŋ ðə vˈeɪɡ hɚɹˈaɪzən, vˈeɪpɚ bˈaʊnd, ɐ mˈɔnstɹəs mˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ fɚɹˈɛvɚ bɹˈoʊk, æz ðˈoʊ ðə tˈaɪtənz æt ðɛɹ kˈaʊnsəl spˈoʊk, fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf, ɔːɹ ɪn sˌʌm kˈævɚn ˌʌndɚɡɹˈaʊnd; bˌʌt æt ðə lˈɪɾəl fˈɑːɹm ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd, sˈeɪv wɛn ɐ lˈoʊ ænd ˈɪdɪət lˈæftɚ wˈoʊk.