text_original: VASSOS 65 VASSOS SILENT he sits upon the Cretan height, A girdling ring of fleets and forts below ; He sees the war ships gliding to and fro, Hears distant, summoning trumpets through the night.
text_transcription: BY SONYA VASSOS SILENT HE SITS UPON THE CRETAN HEIGHT A GURGLING RING OF FLEETS AND FORTS BELOW HE SEES THE WAR SHIPS GLIDING TO AND FRO HEARS DISTANT SUMMONING TRUMPETS THROUGH THE NIGHT
phonemes: vˈæsoʊz sˈɪksti fˈaɪv vˈæsoʊz sˈaɪlənt hiː sˈɪts əpˌɑːn ðə kɹˈɛtən hˈaɪt, ɐ ɡˈɜːdlɪŋ ɹˈɪŋ ʌv flˈiːts ænd fˈɔːɹts bᵻlˈoʊ ; hiː sˈiːz ðə wˈɔːɹ ʃˈɪps ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, hˈɪɹz dˈɪstənt, sˈʌmənɪŋ tɹˈʌmpɪts θɹuː ðə nˈaɪt.