text_original: Again I hear him, imp like, whine Cramped in the gusty flue; Or knotted in the resinous pine Raise goblin cry and hue, While through the smoke his eyeballs shine, A sooty red and blue.
text_transcription: AGAIN I HEAR HIM IMP LIKE WINE CRAMPED IN THE GUSTY FLUE OR KNOTTED IN THE RESINOUS PINE RAISE GOBBLING CRY AND YEW WHILE THROUGH THE SMOKE HIS EYEBALLS SHINE A SOOTY RED AND BLUE
phonemes: ɐɡˈɛn aɪ hˈɪɹ hˌɪm, ˈɪmp lˈaɪk, wˈaɪn kɹˈæmpt ɪnðə ɡˈʌsti flˈuː; ɔːɹ nˈɑːɾᵻd ɪnðə ɹᵻsˈɪnəs pˈaɪn ɹˈeɪz ɡˈɑːblɪn kɹˈaɪ ænd hjˈuː, wˌaɪl θɹuː ðə smˈoʊk hɪz ˈaɪbɔːlz ʃˈaɪn, ɐ sˈʊɾi ɹˈɛd ænd blˈuː.