text_original: Upstairs might they venture, in dirt and in gloom, To peep at the door of the wonderful room Such stories are told about, none of them true!   The keyhole itself has no mortal seen through.
text_transcription: UP STAIRS MIGHT THEY VENTURE IN DIRT AND IN GLOOM TO PEEP AT THE DOOR OF THE WONDERFUL ROOM SUCH STORIES ARE TOLD ABOUT NONE OF THEM TRUE THE KEYHOLE ITSELF HAS NO MORTALS SEEN THROUGH
phonemes: ʌpstˈɛɹz mˌaɪt ðeɪ vˈɛntʃɚ, ɪn dˈɜːt ænd ɪn ɡlˈuːm, tə pˈiːp æt ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌvðə wˈʌndɚfəl ɹˈuːm sˈʌtʃ stˈɔːɹiz ɑːɹ tˈoʊld ɐbˈaʊt, nˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm tɹˈuː!   ðə kˈiːhoʊl ɪtsˈɛlf hɐz nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹɾəl sˈiːn θɹˈuː.