text_original: Staring we sat; again the Vision spoke. Beyond his form we saw the billows rave, — The leap of those white leopards in the wave, — The spume of seas that broke.
text_transcription: STARING WE SAT AGAIN THE VISION SPOKE BEYOND HIS FORM WE SAW THE BILLOWS RAVE THE LEAP OF THOSE WHITE LEOPARDS IN THE WAVE THE SPUME OF SEAS THAT BROKE
phonemes: stˈɛɹɪŋ wiː sˈæt; ɐɡˈɛn ðə vˈɪʒən spˈoʊk. bᵻjˌɔnd hɪz fˈɔːɹm wiː sˈɔː ðə bˈɪloʊz ɹˈeɪv, — ðə lˈiːp ʌv ðoʊz wˈaɪt lˈɛpɚdz ɪnðə wˈeɪv, — ðə spjˈuːm ʌv sˈiːz ðæt bɹˈoʊk.