text_original: Ay! many a craft we left abaft Upon that haunted sea; But never a hulk that clewed a sail, Or waved a hand, or answered hail, And never a man saw we. At last we came where  pouring flame   In darkness and in storm, A vast volcano westward reared An awful summit, lava seared, Like some terrific arm.
text_transcription: AY MANY A CRAFT WE LEFT ABAFT UPON THAT HAUNTED SEA BUT NEVER A HULK THAT CLEW THE SAIL OR WAVED A HAND OR ANSWERED HAIL AND NEVER A MAN SAW WE AT LAST WE CAME WHERE POURING FLAME IN DARKNESS AND IN STORM A VAST VOLCANO WESTWARD REARED AN AWFUL SUMMIT LAVA SEARED LIKE SOME TERRIFIC ARM
phonemes: ˈaɪ! mˈɛni ɐ kɹˈæft wiː lˈɛft ɐbˈæft əpˌɑːn ðæt hˈɔːntᵻd sˈiː; bˌʌt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ hˈʌlk ðæt klˈuːd ɐ sˈeɪl, ɔːɹ wˈeɪvd ɐ hˈænd, ɔːɹ ˈænsɚd hˈeɪl, ænd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ mˈæn sˈɔː wiː. æt lˈæst wiː kˈeɪm wˌɛɹ pˈɔːɹɪŋ flˈeɪm ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs ænd ɪn stˈɔːɹm, ɐ vˈæst vɑːlkˈeɪnoʊ wˈɛstwɚd ɹˈɪɹd ɐn ˈɔːfəl sˈʌmɪt, lˈɑːvə sˈɪɹd, lˈaɪk sˌʌm tɚɹˈɪfɪk ˈɑːɹm.