text_original: As the surf breaks And strews with spray the shore, wave urging wave, Blind to its leader's fate,  the Zulu host Rolls its dark waves,  _its_ dead, as yet, unmissed, With thousands in reserve to fill their place.
text_transcription: AS THE SURF BREAKS AND STREWS WITH SPRAYED ASHORE WAVE URGING WAVE BLIND TO ITS LEADER'S FATE THE ZULU HOST ROLLS ITS DARK WAVES ITS DEAD AS YET UNMISSED WITH THOUSANDS IN RESERVE TO FILL THEIR PLACE
phonemes: æz ðə sˈɜːf bɹˈeɪks ænd stɹˈuːz wɪð spɹˈeɪ ðə ʃˈɔːɹ, wˈeɪv ˈɜːdʒɪŋ wˈeɪv, blˈaɪnd tʊ ɪts lˈiːdɚz fˈeɪt,  ðə zˈuːluː hˈoʊst ɹˈoʊlz ɪts dˈɑːɹk wˈeɪvz,  ɪts dˈɛd, æz jˈɛt, ʌnmˈɪst, wɪð θˈaʊzəndz ɪn ɹɪzˈɜːv tə fˈɪl ðɛɹ plˈeɪs.