text_original: Leering closer, rank and girding, In this Black Port where we bide, Reel a thousand flaring faces; But escape is on the tide.
text_transcription: LEERING CLOSE OUR RANK AND GIRDING IN THIS BLACK PORT WHERE WE BITE REEL A THOUSAND FLARING FACES BUT ESCAPE IS ON THE TIDE
phonemes: lˈɪɹɪŋ klˈoʊsɚ, ɹˈæŋk ænd ɡˈɜːdɪŋ, ɪn ðɪs blˈæk pˈɔːɹt wˌɛɹ wiː bˈaɪd, ɹˈiːl ɐ θˈaʊzənd flˈɛɹɪŋ fˈeɪsᵻz; bˌʌt ɛskˈeɪp ɪz ɔnðə tˈaɪd.