text_original: THE SCHRECKHORN (_With thoughts of Leslie Stephen_) (June 1897) ALOOF, as if a thing of mood and whim; Now that its spare and desolate figure gleams Upon my nearing vision, less it seems A looming Alp height than a guise of him Who scaled its horn with ventured life and limb, Drawn on by vague imaginings, maybe, Of semblance to his personality In its quaint glooms, keen lights, and rugged trim.
text_transcription: THE SCHWEIKHORN WITH THOUGHTS OF LESLIE STEPHEN JUNE EIGHTEEN NINETY SEVEN ALOOF AS IF A THING OF MOOD AND WHIM NOW THAT ITS SPARE AND DESOLATE FIGURE GLEAMS UPON MINEERING VISION LESS IT SEEMS A LOOMING ALIPITE THAN A GUISE OF HIM WHO SCALED ITS HORN WITH VENTURED LIFE AND LIMB DRAWN ON BY VAGUE IMAGININGS MAY BE OF SEMBLANCE TO HIS PERSONALITY IN ITS QUAINT GLOOMS KEEN LIGHTS AND RUGGED TRIM
phonemes: ðə ʃɹˈɛkhɔːɹn (wɪð θˈɔːts ʌv lˈɛsli stˈiːvən) (dʒˈuːn wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti sˈɛvən) ɐlˈuːf, æz ɪf ɐ θˈɪŋ ʌv mˈuːd ænd wˈɪm; nˈaʊ ðæt ɪts spˈɛɹ ænd dˈɛsələt fˈɪɡjɚ ɡlˈiːmz əpˌɑːn maɪ nˌɪɹɪŋ vˈɪʒən, lˈɛs ɪt sˈiːmz ɐ lˈuːmɪŋ ˈælp hˈaɪt ðˌænə ɡˈaɪz ʌv hˌɪm hˌuː skˈeɪld ɪts hˈɔːɹn wɪð vˈɛntʃɚd lˈaɪf ænd lˈɪm, dɹˈɔːn ˌɔn baɪ vˈeɪɡ ɪmˈædʒɪnɪŋz, mˈeɪbiː, ʌv sˈɛmbləns tə hɪz pˌɜːsənˈælᵻɾi ɪn ɪts kwˈeɪnt ɡlˈuːmz, kˈiːn lˈaɪts, ænd ɹˈʌɡᵻd tɹˈɪm.