text_original: In a mossy minaret Fathoms under, I am set. All the sea shapes undulating At my gates forlorn are waiting, All the dreary faint eyed people Watch me in my hollow steeple, While the glass clear city heaves Oft beneath its earthy eaves.
text_transcription: IN A MOSSY MINARET FATHOMS UNDER I AM SET ALL THE SEA SHAPES UNDULATING AT MY GATES FORLORN AWAITING ALL THE DREARY FAINT EYED PEOPLE WATCH ME IN MY HOLLOW STEEPLE WHILE THE GLASS CLEAR CITY HEAVES OFT BENEATH ITS EARTHY EVES
phonemes: ɪn ɐ mˈɔsi mˌɪnɚɹˈɛt fˈæðəmz ˈʌndɚ, aɪɐm sˈɛt. ˈɔːl ðə sˈiː ʃˈeɪps ˈʌndʒuːlˌeɪɾɪŋ æt maɪ ɡˈeɪts fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn ɑːɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ, ˈɔːl ðə dɹˈɪɹi fˈeɪnt ˈaɪd pˈiːpəl wˈɑːtʃ mˌiː ɪn maɪ hˈɑːloʊ stˈiːpəl, wˌaɪl ðə ɡlˈæs klˈɪɹ sˈɪɾi hˈiːvz ˈɔft bᵻnˌiːθ ɪts ˈɜːθi ˈiːvz.