text_original: I feel no cold, and yet on high Their shining spires I see. Why should I envy Isabelle? Why should she pity me?
text_transcription: I FEEL NO COLD AND YET ON HIGH THEIR SHINING SPIRES I SEE WHY SHOULD I ENVY ISABEL WHY SHOULD SHE PITY ME
phonemes: aɪ fˈiːl nˈoʊ kˈoʊld, ænd jˈɛt ˌɔn hˈaɪ ðɛɹ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ spˈaɪɚz aɪ sˈiː. wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd aɪ ˈɛnvi ˌɪseɪbˈɛl? wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd ʃiː pˈɪɾi mˌiː?