text_original: Hour beyond hour, until the sun was fled, Strode he on sands that none but he might tread; Hour beyond hour one sight his vision drank — A foam white arm that beckoned once, and sank.
text_transcription: HOUR BEYOND HOUR UNTIL THE SUN WAS FLED STRODE HE ON SENSE THAT NONE BUT HE MIGHT TREAD HOUR BEYOND HOUR ONE SIGHT HIS VISION DRANK A FOAM WHITE ARM THAT BECKONED ONCE AND SANK
phonemes: ˈaʊɚ bᵻjˌɔnd ˈaʊɚ, ʌntˈɪl ðə sˈʌn wʌz flˈɛd, stɹˈoʊd hiː ˌɔn sˈændz ðæt nˈʌn bˌʌt hiː mˌaɪt tɹˈɛd; ˈaʊɚ bᵻjˌɔnd ˈaʊɚ wˈʌn sˈaɪt hɪz vˈɪʒən dɹˈæŋk — ɐ fˈoʊm wˈaɪt ˈɑːɹm ðæt bˈɛkənd wˈʌns, ænd sˈæŋk.