text_original: Down sunk the sun of bloody hue, His crimson light a cleaver To each red rover of a wave: To eye of fancy weaver, Neptune, the god, seemed tossing in A raging scarlet fever!
text_transcription: DOWN SUNK THE SUN OF BLOODY YEW HIS CRIMSON LIGHT A CLEAVER TO EACH RED ROVER OF A WAVE TO EYE OF FANCY WEAVER NEPTUNE THE GOD SEEMED TOSSING IN A RAGING SCARLET FEVER
phonemes: dˌaʊn sˈʌŋk ðə sˈʌn ʌv blˈʌdi hjˈuː, hɪz kɹˈɪmsən lˈaɪt ɐ klˈiːvɚ tʊ ˈiːtʃ ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊvɚɹ əvə wˈeɪv: tʊ ˈaɪ ʌv fˈænsi wˈiːvɚ, nˈɛptuːn, ðə ɡˈɑːd, sˈiːmd tˈɔsɪŋ ɪn ɐ ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ skˈɑːɹlɪt fˈiːvɚ!