text_original: So we passed with a sound of singing along to the seaward way, Where the sails of the fishermen folk came homeward over the bay; For a cloud grew over the forest and darkened the sea god's shrine, And the hills of the silent city were only a ruby line.
text_transcription: SO WE PASSED WITH A SOUND OF SINGING ALONG TO THE SEAWARD WAY WHERE THE SAILS OF THE FISHERMEN FOLK CAME HOMEWARD OVER THE BAY FOR A CLOUD GREW OVER THE FOREST AND DARKENED THE SEA GOD'S SHRINE AND THE HILLS OF THE SILENT CITY WERE ONLY A RUBY LINE
phonemes: sˌoʊ wiː pˈæst wɪð ɐ sˈaʊnd ʌv sˈɪŋɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ tə ðə sˈiːwɚd wˈeɪ, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈeɪlz ʌvðə fˈɪʃɚmˌɛn fˈoʊk kˈeɪm hˈoʊmwɚd ˌoʊvɚ ðə bˈeɪ; fɚɹə klˈaʊd ɡɹˈuː ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈɔːɹɪst ænd dˈɑːɹkənd ðə sˈiː ɡˈɑːdz ʃɹˈaɪn, ænd ðə hˈɪlz ʌvðə sˈaɪlənt sˈɪɾi wɜːɹ ˈoʊnli ɐ ɹˈuːbi lˈaɪn.