text_original: Under some imposing cliff, That, with bush and tree and boulder, Thrusts a gray, gigantic shoulder O'er the stream, I've oared a skiff, While great clouds of berg white hue Lounged along the noonday blue.
text_transcription: UNDER SOME IMPOSING CLIFF THAT WITH BUSH AND TREE AND BOULDER THRUSTS A GREAT GIGANTIC SHOULDER OVER THE STREAM I'VE OARED THE SKIFF WHILE GREAT CLOUDS OF BURG WHITE YEW LOUNGED ALONG THE NOONDAY BLE
phonemes: ˌʌndɚ sˌʌm ɪmpˈoʊzɪŋ klˈɪf, ðˈæt, wɪð bˈʊʃ ænd tɹˈiː ænd bˈoʊldɚ, θɹˈʌsts ɐ ɡɹˈeɪ, dʒaɪɡˈæntɪk ʃˈoʊldɚɹ ˈɔːɹ ðə stɹˈiːm, aɪv ˈɔːɹd ɐ skˈɪf, wˌaɪl ɡɹˈeɪt klˈaʊdz ʌv bˈɜːɡ wˈaɪt hjˈuː lˈaʊndʒd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə nˈuːndeɪ blˈuː.