text_original: Dost hear no call From these hesperian Islands of the Blest That wait the quest Of galleys of adventure, launched at dawn And seaward on the tides of peril drawn? The sky line's crimson harbors seem to hold. At dusk, their prows of gold.
text_transcription: DOST HEAR NO CALL FROM THESE HESPERIAN ISLANDS OF THE BLEST THAT WAIT THE QUEST OF GALLEYS OF ADVENTURE LAUNCHED AT DAWN AND SEAWARD ON THEIR TIDES OF PERIL DRAWN THE SKY LINE'S CRIMSON HARBOURS SEEM TO HOLD AT DUSK THEIR PROWS OF GOLD
phonemes: dˈɑːst hˈɪɹ nˈoʊ kˈɔːl fɹʌm ðiːz hɛspˈɪɹiən ˈaɪləndz ʌvðə blˈɛst ðæt wˈeɪt ðə kwˈɛst ʌv ɡˈælɪz ʌv ɐdvˈɛntʃɚ, lˈɑːntʃt æt dˈɔːn ænd sˈiːwɚd ɔnðə tˈaɪdz ʌv pˈɛɹəl dɹˈɔːn? ðə skˈaɪ lˈaɪnz kɹˈɪmsən hˈɑːɹbɚz sˈiːm tə hˈoʊld. æt dˈʌsk, ðɛɹ pɹˈaʊz ʌv ɡˈoʊld.