text_original: The fire, awakened by his voice, Leapt up with frantic arms, Like some wild babe that greets with noise Its father home who storms, With rosy gestures that rejoice And crimson kiss that warms.
text_transcription: THE FIRE AWAKENED BY HIS VOICE LEAPT UP WITH FRANTIC ARMS LIKE SOME WILD BABE THAT GREETS WITH NOISE ITS FATHER HOME WHO STORMS WITH ROSY GESTURES THAT REJOICE AND CRIMSON KISS THAT WARMS
phonemes: ðə fˈaɪɚ, ɐwˈeɪkənd baɪ hɪz vˈɔɪs, lˈɛpt ˌʌp wɪð fɹˈæntɪk ˈɑːɹmz, lˈaɪk sˌʌm wˈaɪld bˈeɪb ðæt ɡɹˈiːts wɪð nˈɔɪz ɪts fˈɑːðɚ hˈoʊm hˌuː stˈɔːɹmz, wɪð ɹˈoʊzi dʒˈɛstʃɚz ðæt ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs ænd kɹˈɪmsən kˈɪs ðæt wˈɔːɹmz.