text_original: After the guests departed, and the light Burned dimly in my room, there came to me, As noiselessly as shadows of the night, The spectre of a woe that used to be.
text_transcription: AFTER THE GUESTS DEPARTED AND THE LIGHT BURNED DIMLY IN MY ROOM THERE CAME TO ME AS NOISELESSLY AS SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT THE SPECTRE OF A WOE THAT USED TO BE
phonemes: ˈæftɚ ðə ɡˈɛsts dᵻpˈɑːɹɾᵻd, ænd ðə lˈaɪt bˈɜːnd dˈɪmli ɪn maɪ ɹˈuːm, ðɛɹ kˈeɪm tə mˌiː, æz nˈɔɪzləsli æz ʃˈædoʊz ʌvðə nˈaɪt, ðə spˈɛktɚɹ əvə wˈoʊ ðæt jˈuːzd tə bˈiː.