text_original: No siren sings, But in that pool of crystal gleams her crown, 69 AN AL'=rjR OF 'THE WES'T Flung on a rocky shelf — Grey jewels cold and agates of the elf That in yon scarlet cavern still is hid, 'Mid shells that mock the dawn.
text_transcription: NO SIREN SINGS BUT IN THAT POOL OF CRYSTAL GLEAMS HER CROWN FLUNG ON A ROCKY SHELF GRAY JEWELS COLD AND AGATES OF THE ELF THAT IN YON SCARLET CAVERN STILL IS HID MID SHELLS THAT MOCK THE DAWN
phonemes: nˈoʊ sˈaɪɹən sˈɪŋz, bˌʌt ɪn ðæt pˈuːl ʌv kɹˈɪstəl ɡlˈiːmz hɜː kɹˈaʊn, sˈɪksti nˈaɪn ɐn ˌeɪˈɛl ˈiːkwəlz ˌɑːɹdʒˈeɪ ˈɑːɹ ʌv ðə wˈɛst flˈʌŋ ˌɔn ɐ ɹˈɑːki ʃˈɛlf — ɡɹˈeɪ dʒˈuːəlz kˈoʊld ænd ˈæɡeɪts ʌvðɪ ˈɛlf ðæt ɪn jˈɑːn skˈɑːɹlɪt kˈævɚn stˈɪl ɪz hˈɪd, mˈɪd ʃˈɛlz ðæt mˈɑːk ðə dˈɔːn.