text_original: But we set Our hooded prows to sea, and, tempest wet, Beat up the coast forlorn. 56 THE SWIMMERS And no man scorned our tale, for well they knew Had mystery befallen: in our eyes Were alien terrors and unknown surmise.
text_transcription: BUT WE SET OUR HOODED PROWS TO SEA AND TEMPEST WET BEAT UP THE COAST FORLORN AND NO MAN SCORNED OUR TALE FOR WELL THEY KNEW HAD MYSTERY BEFALLEN IN OUR EYES WERE ALIEN TERRORS AND UNKNOWN SURMISE
phonemes: bˌʌt wiː sˈɛt ˌaʊɚ hˈʊdᵻd pɹˈaʊz tə sˈiː, ænd, tˈɛmpɪst wˈɛt, bˈiːt ˌʌp ðə kˈoʊst fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn. fˈɪfti sˈɪks ðə swˈɪmɚz ænd nˈoʊ mˈæn skˈɔːɹnd ˌaʊɚ tˈeɪl, fɔːɹ wˈɛl ðeɪ nˈuː hæd mˈɪstɚɹi bᵻfˈɔːlən: ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz wɜːɹ ˈeɪliən tˈɛɹɚz ænd ʌnnˈoʊn sɚmˈaɪz.