text_original: So for two score of years his vigil ran. Unbroken save for slumber, till his hope. More faint at last, for all his hungering. Than shadows cast by firstling moons, was fled.
text_transcription: SO FOR TWO SCORE OF YEARS HIS VIGIL RAN UNBROKEN SAVE FOR SLUMBER TILL HIS HOPE MORE FEIGNED AT LAST FOR ALL HIS HUNGERING THAN SHADOWS CAST BY FIRSTLY MOONS WAS FLED
phonemes: sˌoʊ fɔːɹ tˈuː skˈɔːɹ ʌv jˈɪɹz hɪz vˈɪdʒɪl ɹˈæn. ʌnbɹˈoʊkən sˈeɪv fɔːɹ slˈʌmbɚ, tˈɪl hɪz hˈoʊp. mˈɔːɹ fˈeɪnt æt lˈæst, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl hɪz hˈʌŋɡɚɹɪŋ. ðɐn ʃˈædoʊz kˈæst baɪ fˈɜːsəlɪŋ mˈuːnz, wʌz flˈɛd.