text_original: They had found at eve the dreaming one By the base of that icy steep, When over his stiffening limbs begun The deadly slumber of frost to creep, And they cherished the pale and breathless form, Till the stagnant blood ran free and warm.
text_transcription: THEY HAD FOUND THAT EVE THE DREAMING ONE BY THE BASE OF THAT ICY STEEP WHEN OVER HIS STIFFENING LIMBS BEGAN THE DEADLY SLUMBER OF FROST TO CREEP AND THEY CHERISHED THE PALE AND BREATHLESS FORM TILL THE STAGNANT BLOOD RAN FREE AND WARM
phonemes: ðeɪ hæd fˈaʊnd æɾ ˈiːv ðə dɹˈiːmɪŋ wˈʌn baɪ ðə bˈeɪs ʌv ðæt ˈaɪsi stˈiːp, wˌɛn ˌoʊvɚ hɪz stˈɪfənɪŋ lˈɪmz bɪɡˈʌn ðə dˈɛdli slˈʌmbɚɹ ʌv fɹˈɔst tə kɹˈiːp, ænd ðeɪ tʃˈɛɹɪʃt ðə pˈeɪl ænd bɹˈɛθləs fˈɔːɹm, tˈɪl ðə stˈæɡnənt blˈʌd ɹˈæn fɹˈiː ænd wˈɔːɹm.