text_original: Into our summer palace of delight, Flower hung and fairy fanned, Entered the ghastly messenger last night, The bow string in his hand. Amid the fulness of full life he stood, A spectral form to see, And held the signal out with gesture rude And beckoned silently.
text_transcription: INTO OUR SUMMER PALACE OF DELIGHT FLOWER HUNG AND FAIRY FANNED ENTERED THE GHASTLY MESSENGER LAST NIGHT THE BOWSTRING IN HIS HAND AMID THE FULLNESS OF FULL LIFE HE STOOD A SPECTRE FORMED TO SEE AND HELD THE SIGNAL OUT WITH GESTURE RUDE AND BECKONED SILENTLY
phonemes: ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ sˈʌmɚ pˈælɪs ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt, flˈaʊɚ hˈʌŋ ænd fˈɛɹi fˈænd, ˈɛntɚd ðə ɡˈæstli mˈɛsɪndʒɚ lˈæst nˈaɪt, ðə bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ ɪn hɪz hˈænd. ɐmˈɪd ðə fˈʌlnəs ʌv fˈʊl lˈaɪf hiː stˈʊd, ɐ spˈɛktɹəl fˈɔːɹm tə sˈiː, ænd hˈɛld ðə sˈɪɡnəl ˈaʊt wɪð dʒˈɛstʃɚ ɹˈuːd ænd bˈɛkənd sˈaɪləntli.