text_original: Temples, towers, and domes of many stories There lie buried in an ocean grave, — Undescried, save when their golden glories Gleam, at sunset, through the lighted wave.
text_transcription: TEMPLES TOWERS AND DOMES OF MANY STORIES THERE LIE BURIED IN AN OCEAN GRAVE UNDESCRIED SAVE WHEN THEIR GOLDEN GLORIES GLEAM AT SUNSET THROUGH THE LIGHTED WAVE
phonemes: tˈɛmpəlz, tˈaʊɚz, ænd dˈoʊmz ʌv mˈɛni stˈɔːɹiz ðɛɹ lˈaɪ bˈɛɹid ɪn ɐn ˈoʊʃən ɡɹˈeɪv, — ˌʌndᵻskɹˈeɪd, sˈeɪv wɛn ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən ɡlˈɔːɹiz ɡlˈiːm, æt sˈʌnsɛt, θɹuː ðə lˈaɪɾᵻd wˈeɪv.