text_original: And travellers now within that valley Through the red lit ten windows see 16G POEMS OF FAXCY. Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody ; While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh — but smile no more. EDGAR ALLAN POE. THE SUNKEN CITY.
text_transcription: AND TRAVELLERS NOW WITHIN THAT VALLEY THROUGH THE RED LITTEN WINDOWS SEE VAST FORMS THAT MOVE FANTASTICALLY TO A DISCORDANT MALADY WHILE LIKE A GHASTLY RAPID RIVER THROUGH THE PALE DOOR A HIDEOUS THRONG RUSH OUT FOREVER AND LAUGH BUT SMILE NO MORE END OF POEM DISRECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DO MAIN
phonemes: ænd tɹˈævɛlɚz nˈaʊ wɪðˌɪn ðæt vˈæli θɹuː ðə ɹˈɛd lˈɪt tˈɛn wˈɪndoʊz sˈiː sˈɪkstiːn dʒˈiː pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv fˈækssi. vˈæst fˈɔːɹmz ðæt mˈuːv fæntˈæstɪkli tʊ ɐ dɪskˈɔːɹdənt mˈɛlədi ; wˈaɪl, lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈæstli ɹˈæpɪd ɹˈɪvɚ, θɹuː ðə pˈeɪl dˈɔːɹ ɐ hˈɪdiəs θɹˈɔŋ ɹˈʌʃ ˈaʊt fɚɹˈɛvɚ, ænd lˈæf — bˌʌt smˈaɪl nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. ˈɛdɡɚɹ ˈælən pˈoʊ. ðə sˈʌŋkən sˈɪɾi.