text_original: Past Carmel lies a headland that the deep — A Titan at his toil — Has graven with the measured surge and sweep Of waves that broke ten thousand years ago. Here winds assoil That blow From unfamiliar skies 67 AN AL^JR OF I'HE WEST And isolating waters of the West. Deep channelled by the billows' rage it lies, As tho the land Thrust forth a vast, tree shaggy hand To bar the furious ocean from its breast.
text_transcription: PAST CALMER LIES A HEADLAND THAT THE DEEP A TITAN AT HIS TOIL HAS GRAVEN WITH THE MEASURED SEARCH AND SWEEP OF WAVES THAT BROKE TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGO HERE WINDS THE SOIL THAT BLOW FROM UNFAMILIAR SKIES AND ISOLATING WATERS OF THE WEST DEEP CHANNELED BY THE BILLOW'S RAGE IT LIES AS THOUGH THE LAND THRUST FORTH A VAST TREE SHAGGY HAND TO BAR THE FURIOUS OCEAN FROM ITS BREAST
phonemes: pˈæst kˈɑːɹməl lˈaɪz ɐ hˈɛdlənd ðætðə dˈiːp — ɐ tˈaɪtən æt hɪz tˈɔɪl — hɐz ɡɹˈeɪvən wɪððə mˈɛʒɚd sˈɜːdʒ ænd swˈiːp ʌv wˈeɪvz ðæt bɹˈoʊk tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ. hˈɪɹ wˈɪndz ɐsˈɔɪl ðæt blˈoʊ fɹʌm ʌnfəmˈɪlɪɹ skˈaɪz sˈɪksti sˈɛvən ɐn ˌeɪˈɛl dʒˌeɪˈɑːɹ ʌv aɪhˈɛ wˈɛst ænd ˈaɪsəlˌeɪɾɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz ʌvðə wˈɛst. dˈiːp tʃˈænəld baɪ ðə bˈɪloʊz ɹˈeɪdʒ ɪt lˈaɪz, æz ðˈoʊ ðə lˈænd θɹˈʌst fˈɔːɹθ ɐ vˈæst, tɹˈiː ʃˈæɡi hˈænd tə bˈɑːɹ ðə fjˈʊɹɹiəs ˈoʊʃən fɹʌm ɪts bɹˈɛst.