text_original: The muffled steersman at the wheel Is but a shadow in the gloom;— And in the throbbing engine room Leap the long rods of polished steel. The shattered storm has left its trace Upon this huge and heaving dome, For the thin threads of yellow foam Float on the waves like ravelled lace.
text_transcription: THE MUFFLED STEERSMAN AT THE WHEEL IS BUT A SHADOW IN THE GLOOM AND IN THE THROBBING ENGINE ROOM LEAP THE LONG RODS OF POLISHED STEEL THE SHATTERED STORM HAS LEFT ITS TRACE UPON THIS HUGE AND HEAVING DOME FOR THE THIN THREADS OF YELLOW FOAM FLOAT ON THE WAVES LIKE REVEL LACE
phonemes: ðə mˈʌfəld stˈɪɹzmən æt ðə wˈiːl ɪz bˌʌt ɐ ʃˈædoʊ ɪnðə ɡlˈuːm;— ænd ɪnðə θɹˈɑːbɪŋ ˈɛndʒɪn ɹˈuːm lˈiːp ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈɑːdz ʌv pˈɑːlɪʃt stˈiːl. ðə ʃˈæɾɚd stˈɔːɹm hɐz lˈɛft ɪts tɹˈeɪs əpˌɑːn ðɪs hjˈuːdʒ ænd hˈiːvɪŋ dˈoʊm, fɚðə θˈɪn θɹˈɛdz ʌv jˈɛloʊ fˈoʊm flˈoʊt ɔnðə wˈeɪvz lˈaɪk ɹˈævəld lˈeɪs.