text_original: High noon drave not the phantom army forth. Nor winds slow seeping from the muffled North, And weary with its vigil of the deep, 17 DUANDON Duandon's soul put out on seas of sleep; Dreamless he lay ere sunset, and the shell, Unguarded, from assenting fingers fell.
text_transcription: HIGH NOON DRAVE NOT THE PHANTOM ARMY FORTH NOR WINDS SLOW SEEPING FROM THE MUFFLED NORTH AND WEARY WITH ITS VIGIL OF THE DEEP DUENDON'S SOUL PUT OUT ON SEAS OF SLEEP DREAMLESS HE LAY ERE SUNSET AND THE SHELL UNGUARDED FROM ASSENTING FINGERS FELL
phonemes: hˈaɪ nˈuːn dɹˈeɪv nˌɑːt ðə fˈæntəm ˈɑːɹmi fˈɔːɹθ. nˈɔːɹ wˈɪndz slˈoʊ sˈiːpɪŋ fɹʌmðə mˈʌfəld nˈɔːɹθ, ænd wˈɪɹi wɪð ɪts vˈɪdʒɪl ʌvðə dˈiːp, sˈɛvəntˌiːn dˈuːændən dˈuːændənz sˈoʊl pˌʊt ˈaʊt ˌɔn sˈiːz ʌv slˈiːp; dɹˈiːmləs hiː lˈeɪ ˈɛɹ sˈʌnsɛt, ænd ðə ʃˈɛl, ʌŋɡˈɑːɹdᵻd, fɹʌm ɐsˈɛntɪŋ fˈɪŋɡɚz fˈɛl.