text_original: I had no aim, save to reach warmth and light And human touch; but still my witless steps Led to my husband's door, and there I stopped, By instinct, knocked, and called. A window oped. A voice  t'was his  demanded: "Who is there?"
text_transcription: I HAD NO AIM SAVE TO REACH WARMTH AND LIGHT AND HUMAN TOUCH BUT STILL MY WITLESS STEPS LED TO MY HUSBAND'S DOOR AND THERE I STOPPED BY INSTINCT KNOCKED AND CALLED A WINDOW OPENED A VOICE TWAS HIS DEMANDED WHO IS THERE
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˈoʊ ˈeɪm, sˈeɪv tə ɹˈiːtʃ wˈɔːɹmθ ænd lˈaɪt ænd hjˈuːmən tˈʌtʃ; bˌʌt stˈɪl maɪ wˈɪtləs stˈɛps lˈɛd tə maɪ hˈʌsbəndz dˈɔːɹ, ænd ðɛɹ aɪ stˈɑːpt, baɪ ˈɪnstɪŋkt, nˈɑːkt, ænd kˈɔːld. ɐ wˈɪndoʊ ɑːpˈɛd. ɐ vˈɔɪs tˈiːwˈɑːz hɪz dᵻmˈændᵻd: "hˌuː ɪz ðˈɛɹ?"