text_original: The way went under cedared gloom To moonlight, like a cactus bloom, Before the entrance of her tomb. I had an hour of night and thin Sad starlight; and I set my chin Against the grating and looked in.
text_transcription: THE WAY WENT UNDER SEA DART GLOOM TO MOONLIGHT LIKE A CACTOR'S BLOOM BEFORE THE ENTRANCE OF HER TOMB I HAD AN HOUR OF NIGHT AND THIN SAD STARLIGHT AND I SET MY CHIN AGAINST THE GRATING AND LOOKED IN
phonemes: ðə wˈeɪ wɛnt ˌʌndɚ sˈɛdɛɹd ɡlˈuːm tə mˈuːnlaɪt, lˈaɪk ɐ kˈæktəs blˈuːm, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɛntɹəns ʌv hɜː tˈuːm. aɪ hæd ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv nˈaɪt ænd θˈɪn sˈæd stˈɑːɹlaɪt; ænd aɪ sˈɛt maɪ tʃˈɪn ɐɡˈɛnst ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪŋ ænd lˈʊkt ˈɪn.