text_original: There came a sound of singing on my ear, And slowly glided through the far off door A glimmer of grey forms like ghosts, they bore A dead man lying on his purple bier.
text_transcription: THERE CAME A SOUND OF SINGING ON MY EAR AND SLOWLY GLIDED THROUGH THE FAR OFF DOOR A GLIMMER OF GRAY FORMS LIKE GHOSTS THEY BORE A DEAD MAN LYING ON HIS PURPLE BIER
phonemes: ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ sˈaʊnd ʌv sˈɪŋɪŋ ˌɔn maɪ ˈɪɹ, ænd slˈoʊli ɡlˈaɪdᵻd θɹuː ðə fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf dˈɔːɹ ɐ ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ fˈɔːɹmz lˈaɪk ɡˈoʊsts, ðeɪ bˈɔːɹ ɐ dˈɛd mˈæn lˈaɪɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz pˈɜːpəl bˈɪɹ.