text_original: The factory about its base Droned to the darkness, hour on hour  Squat dungeons, huddled at its tow r, As fearful of the night s dim face.
text_transcription: THE FACTORY ABOUT ITS BASE DRONE TO THE DARKNESS HOUR ON HOUR SQUAT DUNGEONS HUDDLED AT ITS TOWER AS FEARFUL OF THE NIGHT'S DIM FACE
phonemes: ðə fˈæktɚɹi ɐbˌaʊt ɪts bˈeɪs dɹˈoʊnd tə ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, ˈaʊɚɹ ˌɔn ˈaʊɚ skwˈɑːt dˈʌndʒənz, hˈʌdəld æɾ ɪts tˈoʊ ˈɑːɹ, æz fˈɪɹfəl ʌvðə nˈaɪt ˈɛs dˈɪm fˈeɪs.