text_original: O realm of silence and of swart eclipse, The shapes that haunt thy gloom Make signs to us and move their withered lips Across the gulf of doom; Yet all their sound and motion Bring no more freight to us than wraiths of ships On the mirage's ocean.
text_transcription: O REALM OF SILENCE AND OF SWART ECLIPSE THE SHAPES THAT HAUNT THY GLOOM MAKE SIGNS TO US AND MOVE THEIR WITHERED LIPS ACROSS THE GULF OF DOOM YET ALL THEIR SOUND AND MOTION BRING NO MORE FREIGHT TO US THAN WRAITHS OF SHIPS ON THE MIRAGEOUS OCEAN
phonemes: ˈoʊ ɹˈɛlm ʌv sˈaɪləns ænd ʌv swˈɔːɹt ɪklˈɪps, ðə ʃˈeɪps ðæt hˈɔːnt ðˌaɪ ɡlˈuːm mˌeɪk sˈaɪnz tʊ ˌʌs ænd mˈuːv ðɛɹ wˈɪðɚd lˈɪps əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɡˈʌlf ʌv dˈuːm; jˈɛt ˈɔːl ðɛɹ sˈaʊnd ænd mˈoʊʃən bɹˈɪŋ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ fɹˈeɪt tʊ ˌʌs ðɐn ɹˈeɪθs ʌv ʃˈɪps ɔnðə mɚɹˈɑːʒz ˈoʊʃən.