text_original: She plucked the petals and blew them out, A rain of red they fluttered about. Over the floor and through the air Rushed the officers here and there; When lo! a cry! The door burst in! "_The enemy!_" Tumult, terror, and din!
text_transcription: SHE PLUCKED THE PETALS AND BLEW THEM OUT A RAIN OF RED THEY FLUTTERED ABOUT OVER THE FLOOR AND THROUGH THE AIR RUSHED THE OFFICERS HERE AND THERE WHEN LO A CRY THE DOOR BURST IN THE ENEMY TUMULT TERROR AND DIN
phonemes: ʃiː plˈʌkt ðə pˈɛɾəlz ænd blˈuː ðˌɛm ˈaʊt, ɐ ɹˈeɪn ʌv ɹˈɛd ðeɪ flˈʌɾɚd ɐbˈaʊt. ˌoʊvɚ ðə flˈɔːɹ ænd θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɹˈʌʃt ðɪ ˈɑːfɪsɚz hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ; wˌɛn lˈoʊ! ɐ kɹˈaɪ! ðə dˈɔːɹ bˈɜːst ˈɪn! "ðɪ ˈɛnəmi!" tˈuːmʌlt, tˈɛɹɚ, ænd dˈɪn!