text_original: Till each ray that on her fell Stabbed her like an icicle, And she almost loved the wail Of the bloodhounds on her trail.
text_transcription: TILL EACH RAY THAT ON HER FELL STEPPED HER LIKE AN ICICLE AND SHE ALMOST LOVED THE WAIL OF THE BLOODHOUNDS ON HER TRAIL
phonemes: tˈɪl ˈiːtʃ ɹˈeɪ ðæt ˌɔn hɜː fˈɛl stˈæbd hɜː lˈaɪk ɐn ˈaɪsɪkəl, ænd ʃiː ˈɔːlmoʊst lˈʌvd ðə wˈeɪl ʌvðə blˈʌdhaʊndz ˌɔn hɜː tɹˈeɪl.