text_original: X. But those who slept not, saw with startled eyes Far off, athwart dim unprotecting skies, Ascending slowly with majestic grace, A lustrous rocket, rising out of space. "Behold the signal of the foe," cried one, The field is lost before the strife's begun.
text_transcription: TEN BUT THOSE WHO SLEPT NOT SORE WITH STARTLED EYES FAR OFF ATHWART DIM UNPROTECTING SKIES ASCENDING SLOWLY WITH MAJESTIC GRACE A LUSTROUS ROCKET RISING OUT OF SPACE BEHOLD THE SIGNAL OF THE FOE CRIED ONE THE FIELD IS LOST BEFORE THE STRIFES BEGUN
phonemes: ˈɛks. bˌʌt ðoʊz hˌuː slˈɛpt nˈɑːt, sˈɔː wɪð stˈɑːɹɾəld ˈaɪz fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf, ˈæθwɔːɹt dˈɪm ʌnpɹətˈɛktɪŋ skˈaɪz, ɐsˈɛndɪŋ slˈoʊli wɪð mɐdʒˈɛstɪk ɡɹˈeɪs, ɐ lˈʌstɹəs ɹˈɑːkɪt, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv spˈeɪs. "bᵻhˈoʊld ðə sˈɪɡnəl ʌvðə fˈoʊ," kɹˈaɪd wˌʌn, ðə fˈiːld ɪz lˈɔst bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə stɹˈaɪfz bɪɡˈʌn.