text_original: And of the balustrade Mounts, mounts the circling shade Up to the ceiling high ! 'T is the Djinns' wild streaming swarm Whistling in their tempest  flight ; Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm, Like a pine flame crackling bright. Swift and heavy, lo, their crowd Through the heavens rushing loud, Like a livid thunder cloud With its bolt of fiery night
text_transcription: AND OF THE BALUSTRADE MOUNTS MOUNTS THE CIRCLING SHADE UP TO THE CEILING HIGH TIS THE GINS WILD STREAMING SWARM WHISTLING IN THEIR TEMPEST FLIGHT SNAP THE TALL EWES NEATH THE STORM LIKE A PINE FLAME CRACKLING BRIGHT SWIFT AND HEAVY LO THEIR CROWD THROUGH THE HEAVENS RUSHING LOUD LIKE A LIVID THUNDER CLOUD WITH ITS BOLT OF FIERY NIGHT
phonemes: ænd ʌvðə bˈæləstɹˌeɪd mˈaʊnts, mˈaʊnts ðə sˈɜːklɪŋ ʃˈeɪd ˌʌp tə ðə sˈiːlɪŋ hˈaɪ ! tˈiː ɪz ðə dʒˈɪnz wˈaɪld stɹˈiːmɪŋ swˈɔːɹm wˈɪsəlɪŋ ɪn ðɛɹ tˈɛmpɪst flˈaɪt ; snˈæp ðə tˈɔːl jˈuːz nˈiːθ ðə stˈɔːɹm, lˈaɪk ɐ pˈaɪn flˈeɪm kɹˈæklɪŋ bɹˈaɪt. swˈɪft ænd hˈɛvi, lˈoʊ, ðɛɹ kɹˈaʊd θɹuː ðə hˈɛvənz ɹˈʌʃɪŋ lˈaʊd, lˈaɪk ɐ lˈɪvɪd θˈʌndɚ klˈaʊd wɪð ɪts bˈoʊlt ʌv fˈaɪɚɹi nˈaɪt