text_original: She was stealing into a dark wintry wood, and five little stars were chasing her. She was orange hooded, a light o' love dismissed—unashamed and unfatigued, having taken—all. And she was looking back with her almond eyes, across her dark ivory shoulder, at Night where he still lay drowned in the sleep she had brought him.
text_transcription: SHE WAS STEALING INTO A DARK WINTRY WOOD AND FIVE LITTLE STARS WERE CHASING HER SHE WAS ORANGE HOODED A LIGHT OF LOVE DISMISSED UNASHAMED AND UNFITED HAVING TAKEN ALL AND SHE WAS LOOKING BACK WITH HER ALMOND EYES ACROSS HER DARK IVORY SHOULDER AT NIGHT WHERE HE STILL LAY DROWNED IN THE SLEEP SHE HAD BROUGHT HIM
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz stˈiːlɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɐ dˈɑːɹk wˈɪntɹi wˈʊd, ænd fˈaɪv lˈɪɾəl stˈɑːɹz wɜː tʃˈeɪsɪŋ hɜː. ʃiː wʌz ˈɔɹɪndʒ hˈʊdᵻd, ɐ lˈaɪt ˈoʊ lˈʌv dɪsmˈɪst—ʌnɐʃˈeɪmd ænd ʌnfɐtˈiːɡd, hˌævɪŋ tˈeɪkən—ˈɔːl. ænd ʃiː wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ bˈæk wɪð hɜːɹ ˈɔlmənd ˈaɪz, əkɹˌɑːs hɜː dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪvɚɹi ʃˈoʊldɚ, æt nˈaɪt wˌɛɹ hiː stˈɪl lˈeɪ dɹˈaʊnd ɪnðə slˈiːp ʃiː hæd bɹˈɔːt hˌɪm.