text_original: The bells ran ringing by us all that night. The bells ceased jangling with the morn. About the blackened works,  sunk, tossed, and rent,   We gathered in the foreign dawn; Women and men, with eyes askance and strange, Fearing, we knew not what, to see.
text_transcription: THE BELLS RAN RINGING BY US ALL THAT NIGHT THE BELLS CEASED JANGLING WITH THE MORN ABOUT THE BLACKENED WORKS SUNK TOSSED AND RAN WE GATHERED IN THE FOREIGN DAWN WOMEN AND MEN WITH EYES ASKANCE AND STRANGE FEARING WE KNEW NOT WHAT TO SEE
phonemes: ðə bˈɛlz ɹˈæn ɹˈɪŋɪŋ baɪ ˌʌs ˈɔːl ðæt nˈaɪt. ðə bˈɛlz sˈiːst dʒˈæŋɡəlɪŋ wɪððə mˈɔːɹn. ɐbˌaʊt ðə blˈækənd wˈɜːks,  sˈʌŋk, tˈɔst, ænd ɹˈɛnt,   wiː ɡˈæðɚd ɪnðə fˈɔːɹən dˈɔːn; wˈɪmɪn ænd mˈɛn, wɪð ˈaɪz ɐskˈæns ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ, fˈɪɹɪŋ, wiː nˈuː nˌɑːt wˈʌt, tə sˈiː.