text_original: And all through the hush of the purple night, Out of each tiny powder puff, They scattered the scintillant shining stuff, And lo ! in the morning the world was white.
text_transcription: AND ALL THROUGH THE HUSH OF THE PURPLE NIGHT OUT OF EACH TINY POWDER PUFF THEY SCATTERED THE SCINTILLON SHINING STUFF AND LO IN THE MORNING THE WORD WAS WHITE
phonemes: ænd ˈɔːl θɹuː ðə hˈʌʃ ʌvðə pˈɜːpəl nˈaɪt, ˌaʊɾəv ˈiːtʃ tˈaɪni pˈaʊdɚ pˈʌf, ðeɪ skˈæɾɚd ðə sˈɪntɪlənt ʃˈaɪnɪŋ stˈʌf, ænd lˈoʊ ! ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ðə wˈɜːld wʌz wˈaɪt.