text_original: But past all peace of bowers rang the call And invocation of the billows' fall, And, clean from kingdoms of the sapphire vast. DUJNDON The winds of ocean smote his brow at last. Afar he saw the eddying petrel sweep O'er reefs where hoarser roared the thwarted deep, And soon before his eyes, exultant, fain, Heavy with azure gleamed the investing main.
text_transcription: BUT PAST ALL PEACE OF BOWERS RANG THE CALL AND INVOCATION OF THE BILLOWS FALL AND CLEAN FROM KINGDOMS OF THE SATIRE VAST THE WINDS OF OCEAN SMOTE HIS BROW AT LAST AFAR HE SAW THE EDDYING PETREL SWEEP O'ER REEFS WHERE HOARSE ARE ROARED TO THWART IT DEEP AND SOON BEFORE HIS EYES EXULTANT FAIN HEAVY WITH AZURE GLEAMED THE INVESTING MAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt pˈæst ˈɔːl pˈiːs ʌv bˈaʊɚz ɹˈæŋ ðə kˈɔːl ænd ɪnvoʊkˈeɪʃən ʌvðə bˈɪloʊz fˈɔːl, ænd, klˈiːn fɹʌm kˈɪŋdəmz ʌvðə sˈæfaɪɚ vˈæst. dˈʌdʒndən ðə wˈɪndz ʌv ˈoʊʃən smˈoʊt hɪz bɹˈaʊ æt lˈæst. ɐfˈɑːɹ hiː sˈɔː ðɪ ˈɛdɪɪŋ pˈɛtɹəl swˈiːp ˈɔːɹ ɹˈiːfs wˌɛɹ hˈɔːɹsɚ ɹˈɔːɹd ðə θwˈɔːɹɾᵻd dˈiːp, ænd sˈuːn bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz ˈaɪz, ɛɡzˈʌltənt, fˈeɪn, hˈɛvi wɪð ˈæʒɚ ɡlˈiːmd ðɪ ɪnvˈɛstɪŋ mˈeɪn.