text_original: Silent, we waited the assuring morn. Which rose on angered waters. But we set Our hooded prows to sea, and, tempest wet, Beat up the coast forlorn.
text_transcription: SILENT WE WAITED THE ASSURING MORN WHICH ROSE ON ANGERED WATERS BUT WE SET OUR HOODED PROWS TO SEA AND TEMPEST WET BEAT UP THE COAST FORLORN
phonemes: sˈaɪlənt, wiː wˈeɪɾᵻd ðɪ əʃˈʊɹɹɪŋ mˈɔːɹn. wˌɪtʃ ɹˈoʊz ˌɔn ˈæŋɡɚd wˈɔːɾɚz. bˌʌt wiː sˈɛt ˌaʊɚ hˈʊdᵻd pɹˈaʊz tə sˈiː, ænd, tˈɛmpɪst wˈɛt, bˈiːt ˌʌp ðə kˈoʊst fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn.