text_original: Listen, with sight made blind, And dream thou hearest on the according wind The music of the gods again, The murmur of their slain And firmamental echo of great wars. See how the wave in sudden anger flings White arms about a rock to drag it down!
text_transcription: LISTEN WITH SIGHT MADE BLIND AND DREAM THOU HEAREST ON THE ACCORDING WIND THE MUSIC OF THE GODS AGAIN THE MURMUR OF THEIR SLAIN AND FIRMA MENTAL ECHO OF GREAT WARS SEE HOW THE WAVE IN SUDDEN ANGER FLINGS WHITE ARMS ABOUT THE ROCK TO DRAG IT DOWN
phonemes: lˈɪsən, wɪð sˈaɪt mˌeɪd blˈaɪnd, ænd dɹˈiːm ðˈaʊ hˈɪɹɪst ɔnðɪ ɐkˈɔːɹdɪŋ wˈɪnd ðə mjˈuːzɪk ʌvðə ɡˈɑːdz ɐɡˈɛn, ðə mˈɜːmɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ slˈeɪn ænd fˌɜːməmˈɛntəl ˈɛkoʊ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɔːɹz. sˈiː hˌaʊ ðə wˈeɪv ɪn sˈʌdən ˈæŋɡɚ flˈɪŋz wˈaɪt ˈɑːɹmz ɐbˌaʊt ɐ ɹˈɑːk tə dɹˈæɡ ɪt dˈaʊn!