text_original: In the best chamber of the house, Shut up in dim, uncertain light, There stood an antique chest of drawers, Of foreign wood, with brasses bright. One day a woman, frail and gray, Stepped totteringly across the floor   "Let in," said she, "the light of day, Then, Jean, unlock the bottom drawer."
text_transcription: IN THE BEST CHAMBER OF THE HOUSE SHUT UP IN DIM UNCERTAIN LIGHT THERE STOOD AN ANTIQUE CHEST OF DRAWERS OF FOREIGN WOOD WITH BRASSES BRIGHT ONE DAY A WOMAN FRAIL AND GRAY STEPPED TOTTERINGLY ACROSS THE FLOOR LET IN SAID SHE THE DAY OF LIGHT THEN JEAN UNLOCKED THE BOTTOM DRAWER
phonemes: ɪnðə bˈɛst tʃˈeɪmbɚɹ ʌvðə hˈaʊs, ʃˈʌt ˌʌp ɪn dˈɪm, ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ lˈaɪt, ðɛɹ stˈʊd ɐn æntˈiːk tʃˈɛst ʌv dɹˈɔːɹz, ʌv fˈɔːɹən wˈʊd, wɪð bɹˈæsᵻz bɹˈaɪt. wˈʌn dˈeɪ ɐ wˈʊmən, fɹˈeɪl ænd ɡɹˈeɪ, stˈɛpt tˈɑːɾɚɹɪŋli əkɹˌɑːs ðə flˈɔːɹ   "lˈɛt ˈɪn," sˈɛd ʃiː, "ðə lˈaɪt ʌv dˈeɪ, ðˈɛn, dʒˈiːn, ʌnlˈɑːk ðə bˈɑːɾəm dɹˈɔːɹ."