text_original: We are the ships of sorrow Who spend the weary night, Until the dawn of Judgment Day, Obscure and still and white." "Nay," said the scarlet visitor, "Though I sink through the sea, A ruined thing that was a ship, I sink not as did ye.
text_transcription: WE ARE THE SHIPS OF SORROW WHO SPENT THE WEARY NIGHT UNTIL THE DAWN OF JUDGMENT DAY OBSCURE AND STILL AND WHITE NAY SAID THE SCARLET VISITOR THOUGH I SINK THROUGH THE SEA A RUINED THING THAT WAS A SHIP I SINK NOT AS DID YE
phonemes: wiː ɑːɹ ðə ʃˈɪps ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ hˌuː spˈɛnd ðə wˈɪɹi nˈaɪt, ʌntˈɪl ðə dˈɔːn ʌv dʒˈʌdʒmənt dˈeɪ, əbskjˈʊɹ ænd stˈɪl ænd wˈaɪt." "nˈeɪ," sˈɛd ðə skˈɑːɹlɪt vˈɪzɪɾɚ, "ðˌoʊ aɪ sˈɪŋk θɹuː ðə sˈiː, ɐ ɹˈuːɪnd θˈɪŋ ðæt wʌzɐ ʃˈɪp, aɪ sˈɪŋk nˌɑːt æz dˈɪd jˈiː.