text_original: The ghostly vessels trembled From ruined stern to prow; What was this thing of terror That broke their vigil now? Down through the startled ocean A mighty vessel came, Not white, as all dead ships must be, But red, like living flame!
text_transcription: THE GHOSTLY VESSELS TREMBLED FROM RUINED STONE TO PROW WHAT WAS THIS THING OF TERROR THAT BROKE THEIR VIGIL NOW DOWN THROUGH THE STARTLED OCEAN A MIGHTY VESSEL CAME NOT WHITE AS ALL DEAD SHIPS MUST BE BUT RED LIKE LIVING FLAME
phonemes: ðə ɡˈoʊstli vˈɛsəlz tɹˈɛmbəld fɹʌm ɹˈuːɪnd stˈɜːn tə pɹˈaʊ; wˌʌt wʌz ðɪs θˈɪŋ ʌv tˈɛɹɚ ðæt bɹˈoʊk ðɛɹ vˈɪdʒɪl nˈaʊ? dˌaʊn θɹuː ðə stˈɑːɹɾəld ˈoʊʃən ɐ mˈaɪɾi vˈɛsəl kˈeɪm, nˌɑːt wˈaɪt, æz ˈɔːl dˈɛd ʃˈɪps mˈʌst bˈiː, bˌʌt ɹˈɛd, lˈaɪk lˈɪvɪŋ flˈeɪm!