text_original: Lo! pushing the darkness from pillar to post, The morning came silent and gray like a ghost Slow up the canal. I leaned from the prow And listened. Not even the bird in distress Screaming above through the wilderness; Not even the stealthy old water rat now.
text_transcription: LO PUSHING THE DARKNESS FROM PILLAR TO POST THE MORNING CAME SILENT AND GRAY LIKE A GHOST SLOW UP THE CANAL I LEANED FROM THE PROW AND LISTENED NOT EVEN THE BIRD IN DISTRESS SCREAMING ABOVE THROUGH THE WILDERNESS NOT EVEN THE STEALTHY OLD WATER RAT NOW
phonemes: lˈoʊ! pˈʊʃɪŋ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs fɹʌm pˈɪlɚ tə pˈoʊst, ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ kˈeɪm sˈaɪlənt ænd ɡɹˈeɪ lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈoʊst slˈoʊ ˌʌp ðə kənˈæl. aɪ lˈiːnd fɹʌmðə pɹˈaʊ ænd lˈɪsənd. nˌɑːt ˈiːvən ðə bˈɜːd ɪn dɪstɹˈɛs skɹˈiːmɪŋ əbˌʌv θɹuː ðə wˈɪldɚnəs; nˌɑːt ˈiːvən ðə stˈɛlθi ˈoʊld wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈæt nˈaʊ.