text_original: And burning white on every height, And white in every cave, A naked spirit, with a flame, Now gleamed, now vanished; went and came Above the whining wave. No mortal thing of foot or wing Made glad its steep and strand; But voices, voices seemingly   Vague voices of the sky and sea   Peopled the demon land.
text_transcription: AND BURNING WHITE ON EVERY HEIGHT AND WIDE IN EVERY CAVE A NAKED SPIRIT WITH A FLAME NOW GLEAMED NOW VANISHED WENT AND CAME ABOVE THE WHINING WAVE NO MORTAL THING OF FOOT OR WING MADE GLAD IT STEEP AND STRAND BUT VOICES VOICES SEEMINGLY VAGUE VOICES OF THE SKY AND SEA PEOPLED THE DEMON LAND
phonemes: ænd bˈɜːnɪŋ wˈaɪt ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi hˈaɪt, ænd wˈaɪt ɪn ˈɛvɹi kˈeɪv, ɐ nˈeɪkᵻd spˈɪɹɪt, wɪð ɐ flˈeɪm, nˈaʊ ɡlˈiːmd, nˈaʊ vˈænɪʃt; wɛnt ænd kˈeɪm əbˌʌv ðə wˈaɪnɪŋ wˈeɪv. nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹɾəl θˈɪŋ ʌv fˈʊt ɔːɹ wˈɪŋ mˌeɪd ɡlˈæd ɪts stˈiːp ænd stɹˈænd; bˌʌt vˈɔɪsᵻz, vˈɔɪsᵻz sˈiːmɪŋli vˈeɪɡ vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌvðə skˈaɪ ænd sˈiː pˈiːpəld ðə dˈiːmən lˈænd.