text_original: Whose naked leagues of rock repel the deep, Insurgent from the west. 51 tHE SWIMMERS Tawny it lies, untrodden e'er by man, Save when from storm we sought its narrow rift To beach our craft and light a fire of drift And sleep till day began.
text_transcription: WHOSE NAKED LEAKS OF ROCK REPEL THE DEEP INSURGENT FROM THE WEST TAWNY IT LIES UNTRODDEN EVER BY MAN SAVE WHEN FROM STORM WE SOUGHT ITS NARROW RIFT TO BEACH OUR CRAFT AND LIE THE FIRE OF DRIFT AND SLEEP TILL DAY BEGAN
phonemes: hˌuːz nˈeɪkᵻd lˈiːɡz ʌv ɹˈɑːk ɹᵻpˈɛl ðə dˈiːp, ɪnsˈɜːdʒənt fɹʌmðə wˈɛst. fˈɪfti wˈʌn tˈiː hiː swˈɪmɚz tˈɔːni ɪt lˈaɪz, ʌntɹˈɑːdən ˈɛɹ baɪ mˈæn, sˈeɪv wɛn fɹʌm stˈɔːɹm wiː sˈɔːt ɪts nˈæɹoʊ ɹˈɪft tə bˈiːtʃ ˌaʊɚ kɹˈæft ænd lˈaɪt ɐ fˈaɪɚɹ ʌv dɹˈɪft ænd slˈiːp tˈɪl dˈeɪ bɪɡˈæn.