text_original: At every turn strange shapes reached up and clutched The whirling wreck, held on awhile, and then Slipt back into that blackness whence they came.
text_transcription: AT EVERY TURN STRANGE SHAPES REACHED UP AND CLUTCHED THE WHIRLING WRECK HELD ON A WHILE AND THEN SLIPPED BACK INTO THAT BLACKNESS WHENCE THEY CAME
phonemes: æɾ ˈɛvɹi tˈɜːn stɹˈeɪndʒ ʃˈeɪps ɹˈiːtʃt ˌʌp ænd klˈʌtʃt ðə wˈɜːlɪŋ ɹˈɛk, hˈɛld ˌɔn ɐwˈaɪl, ænd ðˈɛn slˈɪpt bˈæk ˌɪntʊ ðæt blˈæknəs wˈɛns ðeɪ kˈeɪm.