text_original: 72 AN AL'TJR OF tHE IVES'T The surf a chant of giants heard afar, While seaward gleam The lamps of Lyra and the evening star. The midnight hushes all; The winds are dumb; Eastward, Orion treads the mountain wall. But lol what visitant is on the gloom*?
text_transcription: TO SERVE A CHAND OF GIANTS HEARD AFAR WHILE SEAWARD GLEAM THE LAMPS OF LYRA AND THE EVENING STAR THE MIDNIGHT HUSHES ALL THE WINDS ARE DUMB EASTWARD ORION TREADS THE MOUNTAIN WALL BUT LO WHAT VISITANT IS ON THE GLOOM
phonemes: sˈɛvənti tˈuː ɐn ˈæltdʒɚɹ ʌv tˈiː hiː ˈaɪvst ðə sˈɜːf ɐ tʃˈænt ʌv dʒˈaɪənts hˈɜːd ɐfˈɑːɹ, wˌaɪl sˈiːwɚd ɡlˈiːm ðə lˈæmps ʌv lˈaɪɹə ænd ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ stˈɑːɹ. ðə mˈɪdnaɪt hˈʌʃᵻz ˈɔːl; ðə wˈɪndz ɑːɹ dˈʌm; ˈiːstwɚd, ɔɹˈaɪən tɹˈɛdz ðə mˈaʊntɪn wˈɔːl. bˌʌt lˈɑːl wʌt vˈɪzɪtənt ɪz ɔnðə ɡlˈuːm ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk?