text_original: THE DISCOVERY I WANDERED to a crude coast Like a ghost; Upon the hills I saw fires— Funeral pyres Seemingly—and heard breaking Waves like distant cannonades that set the land shaking.
text_transcription: THE DISCOVERY I WANDERED TO A CRUDE COAST LIKE A GHOST UPON THE HILLS I SAW FIRES FUNERAL PIRES SEEMINGLY AND HEARD BREAKING WAVES LIKE DISTANT CANNONADES THAT SE THE LAND SHAKING
phonemes: ðə dɪskˈʌvɚɹi aɪ wˈɔndɚd tʊ ɐ kɹˈuːd kˈoʊst lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈoʊst; əpˌɑːn ðə hˈɪlz aɪ sˈɔː fˈaɪɚz— fjˈuːnɚɹəl pˈaɪɚz sˈiːmɪŋli—ænd hˈɜːd bɹˈeɪkɪŋ wˈeɪvz lˈaɪk dˈɪstənt kˈænənˌeɪdz ðæt sˈɛt ðə lˈænd ʃˈeɪkɪŋ.