text_original: So still he yearned, on whom her spell was laid, And ever sunset, like a golden blade, Cut day by day from life, and ever he Heard like the voice of Death the lordly sea, Chanting, enthroned on choric reef and bars, Its midnight song below the western stars.
text_transcription: SO STILL HE YEARNED ON WHOM HER SPELL WAS LAID AND EVER SUNSET LIKE A GOLDEN BLADE CUT DAY BY DAY FROM LIFE AND EVER HE HEARD LIKE THE VOICE OF DEATH THE LORDLY SEA CHANTING ENTHRONED ON CHORIC REEF AND BARS ITS MIDNIGHT SONG BELOW THE WESTERN STARS
phonemes: sˌoʊ stˈɪl hiː jˈɜːnd, ˌɔn hˈuːm hɜː spˈɛl wʌz lˈeɪd, ænd ˈɛvɚ sˈʌnsɛt, lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈoʊldən blˈeɪd, kˈʌt dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ fɹʌm lˈaɪf, ænd ˈɛvɚ hiː hˈɜːd lˈaɪk ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv dˈɛθ ðə lˈɔːɹdli sˈiː, tʃˈæntɪŋ, ɛnθɹˈoʊnd ˌɔn kˈɔːɹɪk ɹˈiːf ænd bˈɑːɹz, ɪts mˈɪdnaɪt sˈɔŋ bᵻlˌoʊ ðə wˈɛstɚn stˈɑːɹz.