text_original: From time to time a hand relaxed its grip, And some pale wretch slid down into the dark With stifled moan, and transient horror seized The rest who waited, knowing what must be.
text_transcription: FROM TIME TO TIME A HAND RELAXED ITS GRIP AND SOME PALE WRETCH SLID DOWN INTO THE DARK WITH STIFLED MOAN AND TRANSIENT HORROR SEIZED THE REST TO WAIT IT KNOWING WHAT MUST BE
phonemes: fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm ɐ hˈænd ɹᵻlˈækst ɪts ɡɹˈɪp, ænd sˌʌm pˈeɪl ɹˈɛtʃ slˈɪd dˌaʊn ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɑːɹk wɪð stˈaɪfəld mˈoʊn, ænd tɹˈænsiənt hˈɔɹɚ sˈiːzd ðə ɹˈɛst hˌuː wˈeɪɾᵻd, nˈoʊɪŋ wʌt mˈʌst bˈiː.