text_original: We heard like mighty tollings on the blast The shock of waves unseen. 53 THE SWIMMERS The wide winged Eagle hovered overhead; The Scorpion crept slowly in the south To pits below the horizon; in its mouth Lay a young moon that bled.
text_transcription: WE HEARD LIKE MIGHTY TOLLINGS ON THE BLAST THE SHOCK OF WAVES UNSEEN THE WIDE WINGED EAGLE HOVERED OVERHEAD THE SCORPION CREPT SLOWLY IN THE SOUTH TO PITS BELOW THE HORIZON IN ITS MOUTH LAY A YOUNG MOON THAT BLED
phonemes: wiː hˈɜːd lˈaɪk mˈaɪɾi tˈoʊlɪŋz ɔnðə blˈæst ðə ʃˈɑːk ʌv wˈeɪvz ʌnsˈiːn. fˈɪfti θɹˈiː ðə swˈɪmɚz ðə wˈaɪd wˈɪŋd ˈiːɡəl hˈʌvɚd ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd; ðə skˈɔːɹpiən kɹˈɛpt slˈoʊli ɪnðə sˈaʊθ tə pˈɪts bᵻlˌoʊ ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən; ɪn ɪts mˈaʊθ lˈeɪ ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈuːn ðæt blˈɛd.