text_original: Broke then a morning when the weary sea Lay husht above its halls of mystery; Besieging fog hung mute on shore and vale. With pallid banners and with ashen mail, And ocean, grey as with oblivion, Lay hidden from the visage of the sun.
text_transcription: BROKE THEN A MORNING WHEN THE WEARY SEA LAY HUSHED ABOVE ITS HALLS OF MYSTERY BESEECHING FOG HUNG MUTE ON SHORE AND VALE WITH PALLID BANNERS AND WITH ASHEN MAIL AND OCEAN GRAY AS WITH OBLIVION LAY HIDDEN FROM THE VISAGE OF THE SUN
phonemes: bɹˈoʊk ðˈɛn ɐ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wɛn ðə wˈɪɹi sˈiː lˈeɪ hˈʌʃt əbˌʌv ɪts hˈɔːlz ʌv mˈɪstɚɹi; bᵻsˈiːdʒɪŋ fˈɑːɡ hˈʌŋ mjˈuːt ˌɔn ʃˈɔːɹ ænd vˈeɪl. wɪð pˈælɪd bˈænɚz ænd wɪð ˈæʃən mˈeɪl, ænd ˈoʊʃən, ɡɹˈeɪ æz wɪð əblˈɪviən, lˈeɪ hˈɪdən fɹʌmðə vˈɪzɪdʒ ʌvðə sˈʌn.