text_original: Old houses, walled with rotting brick, Thick creepered, dormered, weather vaned,   Like withered faces, sad and sick,   Stare from each side, all broken paned, With battered doors the rain has stained.
text_transcription: OLD HOUSES WALLED WITH ROTTING BRICK THICK CREEPER DOOR MOT WEATHER VEINED LIKE WITHERED FACES SAD AND SICK STARE FROM EACH SIDE ALL BROKEN PANED WITH BATTERED DOORS THE RAIN HAS STAINED
phonemes: ˈoʊld hˈaʊzᵻz, wˈɔːld wɪð ɹˈɑːɾɪŋ bɹˈɪk, θˈɪk kɹˈiːpɚd, dˈɔːɹmɚd, wˈɛðɚ vˈeɪnd,   lˈaɪk wˈɪðɚd fˈeɪsᵻz, sˈæd ænd sˈɪk,   stˈɛɹ fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ sˈaɪd, ˈɔːl bɹˈoʊkən pˈeɪnd, wɪð bˈæɾɚd dˈɔːɹz ðə ɹˈeɪn hɐz stˈeɪnd.