text_original: The speakers, sundry phantoms of the gone, Had risen like filmy flames of phosphor dye, As if the palest of sheet lightnings shone From the sward near me, as from a nether sky.
text_transcription: THE SPEAKERS SUNDRY PHANTOMS OF THE GONE HAD RISEN LIKE FILMY FLAMES OF PHOSPHOD DYE AS IF THE PALEST OF SHEET LIGHTNINGS SHONE FROM THE SWORD NEAR ME AS FROM ANOTHER SKY
phonemes: ðə spˈiːkɚz, sˈʌndɹi fˈæntəmz ʌvðə ɡˈɔn, hæd ɹˈɪzən lˈaɪk fˈɪlmi flˈeɪmz ʌv fˈɑːsfɚ dˈaɪ, æz ɪf ðə pˈeɪlɪst ʌv ʃˈiːt lˈaɪtnɪŋz ʃˈɑːn fɹʌmðə swˈɔːɹd nˈɪɹ mˌiː, æz fɹʌm ɐ nˈɛðɚ skˈaɪ.