text_original: H DUANDON But still Duandon lingered on the sands And clasped the shell with indecisive hands; Ghostly it gleamed, nor music would outpour Save of the sea on some disastrous shore.
text_transcription: BUT STILL DUNDON LINGERED ON THE SANDS AND CLASPED THE SHELL WITH INDECISIVE HANDS GHOSTLY IT GLEAMED NOR MUSIC WOULD OUTPOUR SAVE OF THE SEA ON SOME DISASTROUS SHORE
phonemes: ˈeɪtʃ dˈuːændən bˌʌt stˈɪl dˈuːændən lˈɪŋɡɚd ɔnðə sˈændz ænd klˈæspt ðə ʃˈɛl wɪð ˌɪndᵻsˈaɪsɪv hˈændz; ɡˈoʊstli ɪt ɡlˈiːmd, nˈɔːɹ mjˈuːzɪk wʊd aʊtpˈɔːɹ sˈeɪv ʌvðə sˈiː ˌɔn sˌʌm dɪzˈæstɹəs ʃˈɔːɹ.