text_original: I know not why  it is strange and fearful, But I am afraid of her, lying there; She who was always so gay and cheerful, Lying so still with that stony stare: She who was so like some grand sultana, Fond of colour and glow and heat, To lie there clothed in that awful manner In a stark white sheet.
text_transcription: I KNOW NOT WHY IT IS STRANGE AND FEARFUL BUT I AM AFRAID OF HER LYING THERE SHE WHO WAS ALWAYS SO GAY AND CHEERFUL LYING SO STILL WITH THAT STONY STARE SHE WHO WAS SO LIKE SOME GRAND SULTANA FOND OF COLOR AND GLOW AND HEAT TO LIE THERE CLOTHED IN THAT AWFUL MANNER IN A STARK WHITE SHEET
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˌaɪ ɪɾ ɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ ænd fˈɪɹfəl, bˌʌt aɪɐm ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv hɜː, lˈaɪɪŋ ðˈɛɹ; ʃiː hˌuː wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz sˌoʊ ɡˈeɪ ænd tʃˈɪɹfəl, lˈaɪɪŋ sˌoʊ stˈɪl wɪð ðæt stˈoʊni stˈɛɹ: ʃiː hˌuː wʌz sˌoʊ lˈaɪk sˌʌm ɡɹˈænd sʌltˈɑːnə, fˈɑːnd ʌv kˈʌlɚ ænd ɡlˈoʊ ænd hˈiːt, tə lˈaɪ ðɛɹ klˈoʊðd ɪn ðæt ˈɔːfəl mˈænɚɹ ɪn ɐ stˈɑːɹk wˈaɪt ʃˈiːt.