text_original: ^HEY are terribly white: There is snow on the ground, And a moon on the snow at night ; The sky is cut by the winter light ; Yet I, who have all these things in ken, Am struck to the heart by the chiselled white Of this handful of cyclamen.
text_transcription: THEY ARE TERRIBLY WHITE THERE IS SNOW ON THE GROUND AND THE MOON ON THE SNOW AT NIGHT THE SKY IS CUT BY THE WINTER LIGHT YET I WHO HAVE ALL THESE THINGS IN KEN AM STRUCK TO THE HEART BY THE CHISELLED WHITE OF THIS HANDFUL OF SICKLERMEN
phonemes: ˌeɪtʃˌiːwˈaɪ ɑːɹ tˈɛɹᵻbli wˈaɪt: ðɛɹ ɪz snˈoʊ ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ɐ mˈuːn ɔnðə snˈoʊ æt nˈaɪt ; ðə skˈaɪ ɪz kˈʌt baɪ ðə wˈɪntɚ lˈaɪt ; jˈɛt ˈaɪ, hˌuː hæv ˈɔːl ðiːz θˈɪŋz ɪn kˈɛn, æm stɹˈʌk tə ðə hˈɑːɹt baɪ ðə tʃˈɪzəld wˈaɪt ʌv ðɪs hˈændfəl ʌv sˈaɪkleɪmˌɛn.