text_original: And they held their breath till they left the room, With a shudder, to glance at its stillness and gloom. But he who loved her too well to dread The sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead, He lit his lamp and took the key And turned it. Alone again  he and she!
text_transcription: AND THEY HELD THEIR BREATH TILL THEY LEFT THE ROOM WITH A SHUDDER TO GLANCE AT ITS STILLNESS AND GLOOM BUT HE WHO LOVED HER TOO WELL TO DREAD THE SWEET THE STATELY THE BEAUTIFUL DEAD HE LIT HIS LAMPARD TOOK THE KEY AND TURNED IT ALONE AGAIN HE AND SHE
phonemes: ænd ðeɪ hˈɛld ðɛɹ bɹˈɛθ tˈɪl ðeɪ lˈɛft ðə ɹˈuːm, wɪð ɐ ʃˈʌdɚ, tə ɡlˈæns æɾ ɪts stˈɪlnəs ænd ɡlˈuːm. bˌʌt hiː hˌuː lˈʌvd hɜː tˈuː wˈɛl tə dɹˈɛd ðə swˈiːt, ðə stˈeɪtli, ðə bjˈuːɾifəl dˈɛd, hiː lˈɪt hɪz lˈæmp ænd tˈʊk ðə kˈiː ænd tˈɜːnd ɪt. ɐlˈoʊn ɐɡˈɛn hiː ænd ʃiː!