text_original: The stars of many masterdoms have set, But that star sets not ever, and the light That fell on Troy is cast on Europe now; And as of old the mothers eyes are wet, And the brute god, girded with steel and night, Above Time s charnel scowls with armored brow.
text_transcription: THE STARS OF MANY MASTERDOMS HAVE SET BUT THAT STAR SETS NOT EVER AND THE LIGHT THAT FELL ON TROY IS CAST ON EUROPE NOW AND AS OF OLD THE MOTHER'S EYES ARE WET AND THE BRUTE GOD GIRDED WITH STEEL AND NIGHT ABOVE TIME'S CHARNEL SCOWLS WITH ARMOURED BROW
phonemes: ðə stˈɑːɹz ʌv mˈɛni mˈæstɚdəmz hæv sˈɛt, bˌʌt ðæt stˈɑːɹ sˈɛts nˌɑːt ˈɛvɚ, ænd ðə lˈaɪt ðæt fˈɛl ˌɔn tɹˈɔɪ ɪz kˈæst ˌɔn jˈʊɹɹəp nˈaʊ; ænd æz ʌv ˈoʊld ðə mˈʌðɚz ˈaɪz ɑːɹ wˈɛt, ænd ðə bɹˈuːt ɡˈɑːd, ɡˈɜːdᵻd wɪð stˈiːl ænd nˈaɪt, əbˌʌv tˈaɪm ˈɛs tʃˈɑːɹnəl skˈaʊlz wɪð ˈɑːɹmɚd bɹˈaʊ.