text_original: Lost in the dark depths of the gorge, the light of the moon, which was veiled now and again, did not reach the heads of their pikes, and the white eagles Hying overhead did not guess that so vast a multitude of men was troubling their solitude.
text_transcription: LOST IN THE DARK DEPTH OF THE GORGE THE LIGHT OF THE MOON WHICH WAS VEILED NOW AND AGAIN DID NOT REACH THE HEADS OF THEIR PIKES AND THE WHITE EAGLES FLYING OVERHEAD DID NOT GUESS THAT SO VAST A MULTITUDE OF MEN WAS TROUBLING THEIR SOLITUDE
phonemes: lˈɔst ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk dˈɛpθs ʌvðə ɡˈɔːɹdʒ, ðə lˈaɪt ʌvðə mˈuːn, wˌɪtʃ wʌz vˈeɪld nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn, dɪdnˌɑːt ɹˈiːtʃ ðə hˈɛdz ʌv ðɛɹ pˈaɪks, ænd ðə wˈaɪt ˈiːɡəlz hˈaɪɪŋ ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd dɪdnˌɑːt ɡˈɛs ðæt sˌoʊ vˈæst ɐ mˈʌltɪtˌuːd ʌv mˈɛn wʌz tɹˈʌblɪŋ ðɛɹ sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd.