text_original: Prelate or king (the twilight tells not which), Thou crouchest, silent, by the bitter sea. Immovable, immortal and alone, Abidest thou, and in thy stony ears The changeless moaning of the ancient deep Is less than prayer to Fate.
text_transcription: PRELATE O KING THE TWILIGHT TELLS NOT WHICH THOU CROUCHEST SILENT BY THE BITTER SEA IMMOVABLE IMMORTAL AND ALONE ABIDEST THOU AND IN THY STONY EARS THE CHANGELESS MOANING OF THE ANCIENT DEEP IS LESS THAN PRAYER TO FATE
phonemes: pɹˈɛlət ɔːɹ kˈɪŋ (ðə twˈaɪlaɪt tˈɛlz nˌɑːt wˈɪtʃ), ðˈaʊ kɹˈaʊtʃɪst, sˈaɪlənt, baɪ ðə bˈɪɾɚ sˈiː. ɪmˈuːvəbəl, ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl ænd ɐlˈoʊn, ɐbˈaɪdɪst ðˈaʊ, ænd ɪn ðˌaɪ stˈoʊni ˈɪɹz ðə tʃˈeɪndʒləs mˈoʊnɪŋ ʌvðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt dˈiːp ɪz lˈɛs ðɐn pɹˈɛɹ tə fˈeɪt.