text_original: Father, Mother, Sisters all, God, and myself, I have lost by my fall. The veriest wretch that goes shivering by Will take a wide sweep, lest I wander too nigh; For all that is on or about me, I know There is nothing that's pure but the beautiful snow.
text_transcription: FATHER MOTHER SISTERS ALL GOD AND MYSELF I HAVE LOST BY MY FALL THE VERIEST WRETCH THAT GOES SHIVERING BY WILL TAKE A WIDE SWEEP LEST I WANDER TOO NIGH FOR ALL THAT IS HONOR ABOUT ME I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING THAT'S PURE BUT THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW
phonemes: fˈɑːðɚ, mˈʌðɚ, sˈɪstɚz ˈɔːl, ɡˈɑːd, ænd maɪsˈɛlf, aɪ hæv lˈɔst baɪ maɪ fˈɔːl. ðə vˈɛɹiɪst ɹˈɛtʃ ðæt ɡoʊz ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ baɪ wɪl tˈeɪk ɐ wˈaɪd swˈiːp, lˈɛst aɪ wˈɔndɚ tˈuː nˈaɪ; fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðæt ɪz ˌɔn ɔːɹ ɐbˈaʊt mˌiː, aɪ nˈoʊ ðɛɹ ɪz nˈʌθɪŋ ðæts pjˈʊɹ bˌʌt ðə bjˈuːɾifəl snˈoʊ.