text_original: We heard the seven chorded surf, unquelled, Call in one thunder to the granite walls; But over all, like broken clarion calls, Disdainful laughter welled.
text_transcription: WE HEARD THE SEVEN CORDED SURF UNQUELLED CALL IN ONE THUNDER TO THE GRANITE WALLS BUT OVER ALL LIKE BROKEN CLARION CALLS DISDAINFUL LAUGHTER WELLED
phonemes: wiː hˈɜːd ðə sˈɛvən kˈɔːɹdᵻd sˈɜːf, ʌŋkwˈɛld, kˈɔːl ɪn wˈʌn θˈʌndɚ tə ðə ɡɹˈænɪt wˈɔːlz; bˌʌt ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈɔːl, lˈaɪk bɹˈoʊkən klˈæɹiən kˈɔːlz, dɪsdˈeɪnfəl lˈæftɚ wˈɛld.