text_original: Titanic shapes with faces blank and dun, Of their old godhead lorn, Gaze on the embers of the sunken sun, Which they misdeem for morn; And yet the eternal sorrow In their unmonarched eyes says day is done Without the hope of morrow.
text_transcription: TITANIC SHAPES WITH FACES BLANK AND DUN OF THEIR OLD GODHEAD LAWN GAZE ON THE EMBERS OF THE SUNKEN SUN WHICH THEY MISDEEM FOR MORN AND YET THE ETERNAL SORROW IN THEIR UNMONARCHED EYES SAYS DAY IS DONE WITHOUT THE HOPE OF MORROW
phonemes: taɪtˈænɪk ʃˈeɪps wɪð fˈeɪsᵻz blˈæŋk ænd dˈʌn, ʌv ðɛɹ ˈoʊld ɡˈɑːdhɛd lˈɔːɹn, ɡˈeɪz ɔnðɪ ˈɛmbɚz ʌvðə sˈʌŋkən sˈʌn, wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ mɪsdˈiːm fɔːɹ mˈɔːɹn; ænd jˈɛt ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl sˈɑːɹoʊ ɪn ðɛɹ ʌnmˈɑːnɚkt ˈaɪz sˈɛz dˈeɪ ɪz dˈʌn wɪðˌaʊt ðə hˈoʊp ʌv mˈɑːɹoʊ.