text_original: The firs were muffled in swan's down hoods, Like a tented army stretched the woods, And cot and castle and hovel and hall, And new made grave, in its velvet pall, The crystalline purity covered them all.
text_transcription: THE FIRS WERE MUFFLED IN SWAN'S DOWN HOODS LIKE A TENTED ARMY STRETCHED THE WOODS AND COTTON CASTLE AND HOVEL AND HALL AND NEW MADE GRAVE IN ITS VELVET PALL THE CRYSTALLINE PURITY COVERED THEM ALL
phonemes: ðə fˈɜːz wɜː mˈʌfəld ɪn swˈɑːnz dˌaʊn hˈʊdz, lˈaɪk ɐ tˈɛntᵻd ˈɑːɹmi stɹˈɛtʃt ðə wˈʊdz, ænd kˈɑːt ænd kˈæsəl ænd hˈɑːvəl ænd hˈɔːl, ænd nˈuː mˌeɪd ɡɹˈeɪv, ɪn ɪts vˈɛlvɪt pˈɔːl, ðə kɹˈɪstɐlˌaɪn pjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi kˈʌvɚd ðˌɛm ˈɔːl.