text_original: Full forty years since turned the key in that door. 'T is a room deaf and dumb mid the city's uproar. The guests, for whose joyance that table was spread, May now enter as ghosts, for they're every one dead.
text_transcription: FULL FORTY YEARS SINCE TURNED THE KEY IN THAT DOOR TIS A ROOM DEAF AND DUMB MID THE CITY'S UPROAR THE GUESTS FOR WHOSE JOYANCE THAT TABLE WAS SPREAD MAY NOW ENTER AS GHOSTS FOR THEIR EVERY ONE DEAD
phonemes: fˈʊl fˈɔːɹɾi jˈɪɹz sˈɪns tˈɜːnd ðə kˈiː ɪn ðæt dˈɔːɹ. tˈiː ɪz ɐ ɹˈuːm dˈɛf ænd dˈʌm mˈɪd ðə sˈɪɾiz ˈʌpɹɔːɹ. ðə ɡˈɛsts, fɔːɹ hˌuːz dʒˈɔɪəns ðæt tˈeɪbəl wʌz spɹˈɛd, mˈeɪ nˈaʊ ˈɛntɚɹ æz ɡˈoʊsts, fɔːɹ ðeɪɚɹ ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn dˈɛd.