text_original: Now am I minded of some ocean king That in a war of gods has wielded arms, And still in slumber hears their harness ring And dreams of isles where golden altars fume, Till, mad for irretrievable alarms.
text_transcription: NOW I AM MINDED OF SOME OCEAN KING THAT IN A WAR OF GODS HAS WIELDED ARMS AND STILL IN SLUMBER HEARS THEIR HARNESS RING AND DREAMS OF ISLES WHERE GOLDEN ALTARS FUME TILL MAD FOR IRRETRIEVABLE ALARMS
phonemes: nˈaʊ æm aɪ mˈaɪndᵻd ʌv sˌʌm ˈoʊʃən kˈɪŋ ðæt ɪn ɐ wˈɔːɹ ʌv ɡˈɑːdz hɐz wˈiːldᵻd ˈɑːɹmz, ænd stˈɪl ɪn slˈʌmbɚ hˈɪɹz ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹnɪs ɹˈɪŋ ænd dɹˈiːmz ʌv ˈaɪəlz wˌɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən ˈɔltɚz fjˈuːm, tˈɪl, mˈæd fɔːɹ ɪɹᵻtɹˈiːvəbəl ɐlˈɑːɹmz.