text_original: 11 DUANDON And long Duandon wandered, all amazed, And long upon the shell's wild beauty gazed, Till, half unwitting, swiftly to his ear He held it, fain as any child to hear That echo like the murmuring of seas — Astray forever on a mournful breeze And borne from some remote, nocturnal bound; Whereat a voice, in sorceries of sound To which the grace of vanished lyres had clung.
text_transcription: AND LONG DUENDON WANDERED ALL AMAZED AND LONG UPON THE SHELL'S WILD BEAUTY GAZED TILL HALF UNWITTING SWIFTLY TO HIS EAR HE HELD IT FAINT AS ANY CHILD TO HEAR THAT ECHO LIKE THE MURMURING OF SEAS ASTRAY FOREVER ON A MOURNFUL BREEZE AND BORNE FROM SOME REMOTE NOCTURNAL BOUND WHEREAT A VOICE IN SORCERIES OF SOUND TO WHICH THE GRACE OF VANISHED LIARS HAD CLUNG
phonemes: ɪlˈɛvən dˈuːændən ænd lˈɔŋ dˈuːændən wˈɔndɚd, ˈɔːl ɐmˈeɪzd, ænd lˈɔŋ əpˌɑːn ðə ʃˈɛlz wˈaɪld bjˈuːɾi ɡˈeɪzd, tˈɪl, hˈæf ʌnwˈɪɾɪŋ, swˈɪftli tə hɪz ˈɪɹ hiː hˈɛld ɪt, fˈeɪn æz ˌɛni tʃˈaɪld tə hˈɪɹ ðæt ˈɛkoʊ lˈaɪk ðə mˈɜːmɚɹɪŋ ʌv sˈiːz — ɐstɹˈeɪ fɚɹˈɛvɚɹ ˌɔn ɐ mˈɔːɹnfəl bɹˈiːz ænd bˈɔːɹn fɹʌm sˌʌm ɹᵻmˈoʊt, nɑːktˈɜːnəl bˈaʊnd; wˈɛɹæt ɐ vˈɔɪs, ɪn sˈɔːɹsɚɹiz ʌv sˈaʊnd tʊ wˌɪtʃ ðə ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv vˈænɪʃt lˈaɪɚz hæd klˈʌŋ.