text_original: And still he stood, and listened but to hark The surf, like dragons battling in the dark; Implacable they ravened, ere the moon, A towering glory on the eastern dune, A frozen splendor on the seething strand, In silver webs had snared the sea and land.
text_transcription: AND STILL HE STOOD AND LISTENED BUT TO HARK THE SURF LIKE DRAGONS SPATTLING IN THE DARK IMPLACABLE THEY RAVENED ERE THE MOON A TOWERING GLORY ON THE EASTERN JUNE A FROZEN SPLENDOR ON THE SEETHING STRAND IN SILVER WEBS HAD SNEERED THE SEA AND LAND
phonemes: ænd stˈɪl hiː stˈʊd, ænd lˈɪsənd bˌʌt tə hˈɑːɹk ðə sˈɜːf, lˈaɪk dɹˈæɡənz bˈæɾəlɪŋ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk; ɪmplˈækəbəl ðeɪ ɹˈeɪvənd, ˈɛɹ ðə mˈuːn, ɐ tˈaʊɚɹɪŋ ɡlˈɔːɹi ɔnðɪ ˈiːstɚn dˈuːn, ɐ fɹˈoʊzən splˈɛndɚɹ ɔnðə sˈiːðɪŋ stɹˈænd, ɪn sˈɪlvɚ wˈɛbz hæd snˈɛɹd ðə sˈiː ænd lˈænd.