text_original: Thy face!... thy form!... So do I die accursed! THE TROGLODYTE In ages dead, a troglodyte, At the hollow roots of a monster height,   That grew from the heart of the world to light,   I dwelt in caverns: over me Were mountains older than the moon; And forests vaster than the sea, And gulfs, that the earthquake's hand had hewn, Hung under me.
text_transcription: KAWAIN READ VALIBRIVOC STOT ORK BASONYA THE TROUBLER DIED IN AGES DEAD A TROUBLER DIED AT THE HOLLOW ROOTS OF A MONSTER HEIGHT THAT GREW FROM THE HEART OF THE WORLD TO LIGHT I DWELT IN CAVERNS OVER ME WERE MOUNTAINS OLDER THAN THE MOON AND FORESTS VASTER THAN THE SEA AND GULFS THAT THE EARTHQUAKE'S HAND HAD YEWN HUNG UNDER ME
phonemes: ðˌaɪ fˈeɪs!... ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹm!... sˌoʊ dˈuː aɪ dˈaɪ ɐkˈɜːsᵻd! ðə tɹˈɑːɡlədˌaɪt ɪn ˈeɪdʒᵻz dˈɛd, ɐ tɹˈɑːɡlədˌaɪt, æt ðə hˈɑːloʊ ɹˈuːts əvə mˈɔnstɚ hˈaɪt,   ðæt ɡɹˈuː fɹʌmðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə wˈɜːld tə lˈaɪt,   aɪ dwˈɛlt ɪn kˈævɚnz: ˌoʊvɚ mˌiː wɜː mˈaʊntɪnz ˈoʊldɚ ðɐn ðə mˈuːn; ænd fˈɔːɹɪsts vˈæstɚ ðɐn ðə sˈiː, ænd ɡˈʌlfs, ðætðɪ ˈɜːθkweɪkz hˈænd hæd hjˈuːn, hˈʌŋ ˈʌndɚ mˌiː.