text_original: They eye him not as they pass along, But his hair stands up with dread, When he feels that he moves with that phantom throng, Till those icy turrets are over his head, And the torrent's roar as they enter seems Like a drowsy murmur heard in dreams.
text_transcription: THEY EYE HIM NOT AS THEY PASS ALONG BUT HIS HAIR STANDS UP WITH DREAD WHEN HE FEELS THAT HE MOVES WITH THAT PHANTOM THRONG TILL THOSE ICY TURRETS ARE OVER HIS HEAD AND THE TORRENTS ROAR AS THEY ENTER SEEMS LIKE A DROWSY MURMUR HEARD IN DREAMS
phonemes: ðeɪ ˈaɪ hˌɪm nˌɑːt æz ðeɪ pˈæs ɐlˈɔŋ, bˌʌt hɪz hˈɛɹ stˈændz ˌʌp wɪð dɹˈɛd, wˌɛn hiː fˈiːlz ðæt hiː mˈuːvz wɪð ðæt fˈæntəm θɹˈɔŋ, tˈɪl ðoʊz ˈaɪsi tˈɜːɹɪts ɑːɹ ˌoʊvɚ hɪz hˈɛd, ænd ðə tˈɔɹənts ɹˈɔːɹ æz ðeɪ ˈɛntɚ sˈiːmz lˈaɪk ɐ dɹˈaʊsi mˈɜːmɚ hˈɜːd ɪn dɹˈiːmz.