text_original: While the music fell and rose, And the dance reeled to its close, Where her round of costly woes Fashion strolled, I beheld with shuddering fear Wolves' eyes through the windows peer; Little dream they you are near, Hunger and Cold!
text_transcription: WHILE THE MUSIC FELL AND ROSE AND THE DANCE REELED TO ITS CLOSE WHERE HER ROUND OF COSTLY WOES FASHION STROLLED I BEHELD WITH SHUDDERING FEAR WOLVES EYES THROUGH THE WINDOWS PEER LITTLE DREAM DAY YOU ARE NEAR HUNGER AND COLD
phonemes: wˌaɪl ðə mjˈuːzɪk fˈɛl ænd ɹˈoʊz, ænd ðə dˈæns ɹˈiːld tʊ ɪts klˈoʊs, wˌɛɹ hɜː ɹˈaʊnd ʌv kˈɔstli wˈoʊz fˈæʃən stɹˈoʊld, aɪ bᵻhˈɛld wɪð ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ fˈɪɹ wˈʊlvz ˈaɪz θɹuː ðə wˈɪndoʊz pˈɪɹ; lˈɪɾəl dɹˈiːm ðeɪ juː ɑːɹ nˈɪɹ, hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ænd kˈoʊld!