text_original: 'Twas the death tide of the year; Night had passed its murky noon; Through the bitter atmosphere Pierced nor ray of star nor moon; But upon the bleak earth beat Blinding arrows of the sleet.
text_transcription: TWAS THE DEATH TIDE OF THE YEAR NIGHT HAD PASSED ITS MURKY NOON THROUGH THE BITTER ATMOSPHERE PIERCED NOR RAY OF STAR NOR MOON BUT UPON THE BLEAK EARTH BEAT BLINDING ARROWS OF THE SLEET
phonemes: twˈɑːz ðə dˈɛθ tˈaɪd ʌvðə jˈɪɹ; nˈaɪt hæd pˈæst ɪts mˈɜːki nˈuːn; θɹuː ðə bˈɪɾɚɹ ˈætməsfˌɪɹ pˈɪɹst nˈɔːɹ ɹˈeɪ ʌv stˈɑːɹ nˈɔːɹ mˈuːn; bˌʌt əpˌɑːn ðə blˈiːk ˈɜːθ bˈiːt blˈaɪndɪŋ ˈæɹoʊz ʌvðə slˈiːt.