text_original: Still, down it came, white billows and a rain of silver powder. I never knew what snow was really like, till I shook it all over me, and the sun suddenly came out and turned the cascade to a gleaming white radiance.
text_transcription: STILL DOWN IT CAME WHITE BILLOWS AND A RAIN OF SILVER POWDER I NEVER KNEW WHAT SNOW WAS REALLY LIKE TILL I SHOOK IT ALL OVER ME AND THE SUN SUDDENLY CAME OUT AND TURNED THE CASCADE TO A GLEAMING WHITE RADIANCE
phonemes: stˈɪl, dˌaʊn ɪt kˈeɪm, wˈaɪt bˈɪloʊz ænd ɐ ɹˈeɪn ʌv sˈɪlvɚ pˈaʊdɚ. aɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈuː wʌt snˈoʊ wʌz ɹˈiəli lˈaɪk, tˈɪl aɪ ʃˈʊk ɪɾ ˈɔːl ˈoʊvɚ mˌiː, ænd ðə sˈʌn sˈʌdənli kˈeɪm ˈaʊt ænd tˈɜːnd ðə kɐskˈeɪd tʊ ɐ ɡlˈiːmɪŋ wˈaɪt ɹˈeɪdiəns.