text_original: Prone on her reefs the sea essaying mast And keels that dared the hurricane are cast — Trophies of tides invincible that swing Around the islands where the Sirens sing. The magic of whose song is hers at last.
text_transcription: PRONE ON HER REEFS THE SEA IS SAYING MASTS AND KEELS THAT DARED THE HURRICANE ARE CAST TROPHIES OF TIDES INVINCIBLE THAT SWING AROUND THE ISLANDS WHERE THE SIRENS SING THE MAGIC OF WHOSE SONG IS HERS AT LAST
phonemes: pɹˈoʊn ˌɔn hɜː ɹˈiːfs ðə sˈiː ˈɛseɪɪŋ mˈæst ænd kˈiːlz ðæt dˈɛɹd ðə hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn ɑːɹ kˈæst — tɹˈoʊfiz ʌv tˈaɪdz ɪnvˈɪnsᵻbəl ðæt swˈɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈaɪləndz wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaɪɹənz sˈɪŋ. ðə mˈædʒɪk ʌv hˌuːz sˈɔŋ ɪz hɜːz æt lˈæst.