text_original: Till the floor becomes her bier, She shall feel their pantings near, Close upon her very heels, Spite of all the din of wheels; Shivering on her pallet poor, She shall hear them at the door Whine and scratch to be let in, Sister bloodhounds, Want and Sin!
text_transcription: TILL THE FLOOR BECOMES HER BIER SHE SHALL FEEL THEIR PANTINGS NEAR CLOSE UPON HER VERY HEELS SPITE OF ALL THE DIN OF WHEELS SHIVERING ON HER PALLID PORE SHE SHALL HEAR THEM AT THE DOOR WINE AND SCRATCH TO BE LET IN SISTER BLOODHOUNDS WANT AND SIN
phonemes: tˈɪl ðə flˈɔːɹ bɪkˌʌmz hɜː bˈɪɹ, ʃiː ʃˌæl fˈiːl ðɛɹ pˈæntɪŋz nˈɪɹ, klˈoʊs əpˌɑːn hɜː vˈɛɹi hˈiːlz, spˈaɪt ʌv ˈɔːl ðə dˈɪn ʌv wˈiːlz; ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː pˈælɪt pˈʊɹ, ʃiː ʃˌæl hˈɪɹ ðˌɛm æt ðə dˈɔːɹ wˈaɪn ænd skɹˈætʃ təbi lˈɛt ˈɪn, sˈɪstɚ blˈʌdhaʊndz, wˈɔnt ænd sˈɪn!