text_original: Awhile I stand, a dreamer by the deep, And watch the winds of evening sap her walls, Till ashen armies to the ramparts sweep And seas of shadow storm the gleaming halls. So dies that far magnificence of light, A conquered splendor on a crumbling pyre, Mid fall of crimson temples from their height And ruined altars yielding up their fire.
text_transcription: AWHILE I STAND A DREAMER BY THE DEEP AND WATCH THE WINDS OF EVENING SAP HER WALLS TILL ASHEN ARMIES TO THE RAMPART SWEEP AND SEAS OF SHADOW STORM THE GLEAMING HALLS SO DIES THAT FAR MAGNIFICENCE OF LIGHT A CONQUERED SPLENDOR ON A CRUMBLING PYRE MID FALL OF CRIMSON TEMPLES FROM THEIR HEIGHT AND RUINED ALTARS YIELDING UP THEIR FIRE
phonemes: ɐwˈaɪl aɪ stˈænd, ɐ dɹˈiːmɚ baɪ ðə dˈiːp, ænd wˈɑːtʃ ðə wˈɪndz ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋ sˈæp hɜː wˈɔːlz, tˈɪl ˈæʃən ˈɑːɹmiz tə ðə ɹˈæmpɑːɹts swˈiːp ænd sˈiːz ʌv ʃˈædoʊ stˈɔːɹm ðə ɡlˈiːmɪŋ hˈɔːlz. sˌoʊ dˈaɪz ðæt fˈɑːɹ mæɡnˈɪfɪsəns ʌv lˈaɪt, ɐ kˈɑːŋkɚd splˈɛndɚɹ ˌɔn ɐ kɹˈʌmblɪŋ pˈaɪɚ, mˈɪd fˈɔːl ʌv kɹˈɪmsən tˈɛmpəlz fɹʌm ðɛɹ hˈaɪt ænd ɹˈuːɪnd ˈɔltɚz jˈiːldɪŋ ˌʌp ðɛɹ fˈaɪɚ.