text_original: He who oft had bade me in, now would bid no more; Silence sat within his house; barred its door. When the slow door opened wide through it I could see How the emptiness within stared at me. Through the dreary chambers, long I sought and sighed, But no answering footstep came; naught replied.
text_transcription: HE WHO OFT HAD BADE ME IN NOW WOULD BID NO MORE SILENCE SAT WITHIN HIS HOUSE BARRED ITS DOOR WHEN THE SLOW DOOR OPENED WIDE THROUGH IT I COULD SEE HOW THE EMPTINESS WITHIN STARED AT ME THROUGH THE DREARY CHAMBERS LONG I SOUGHT AND SIGHED BUT NO ANSWERING FOOTSTEP CAME NAUGHT REPLIED
phonemes: hiː hˌuː ˈɔft hæd bˈeɪd mˌiː ˈɪn, nˈaʊ wʊd bˈɪd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ; sˈaɪləns sˈæt wɪðˌɪn hɪz hˈaʊs; bˈɑːɹd ɪts dˈɔːɹ. wˌɛn ðə slˈoʊ dˈɔːɹ ˈoʊpənd wˈaɪd θɹuː ɪɾ aɪ kʊd sˈiː hˌaʊ ðɪ ˈɛmptinəs wɪðˌɪn stˈɛɹd æt mˌiː. θɹuː ðə dɹˈɪɹi tʃˈeɪmbɚz, lˈɔŋ aɪ sˈɔːt ænd sˈaɪd, bˌʌt nˈoʊ ˈænsɚɹɪŋ fˈʊtstɛp kˈeɪm; nˈɔːt ɹᵻplˈaɪd.