text_original: Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old!
text_transcription: THEN FROM THOSE CAVERNOUS EYES PALE FLASHES SEEMED TO RISE AS WHEN THE NORTHERN SKIES GLEAM IN DECEMBER AND LIKE THE WATERS FLOW UNDER DECEMBER SNOW CAME A DULL VOICE OF WOE FROM THE HEARTH'S CHAMBER I WAS VIKING OLD
phonemes: ðˈɛn, fɹʌm ðoʊz kˈævɚnəs ˈaɪz pˈeɪl flˈæʃᵻz sˈiːmd tə ɹˈaɪz, æz wɛn ðə nˈɔːɹðɚn skˈaɪz ɡlˈiːm ɪn dᵻsˈɛmbɚ; ænd, lˈaɪk ðə wˈɔːɾɚz flˈoʊ ˌʌndɚ dᵻsˈɛmbɚz snˈoʊ, kˈeɪm ɐ dˈʌl vˈɔɪs ʌv wˈoʊ fɹʌmðə hˈɑːɹts tʃˈeɪmbɚ. "aɪ wʌzɐ vˈaɪkɪŋ ˈoʊld!