text_original: But when, in the forest bare and old, The blast of December calls, He builds, in the starlight clear and cold, A palace of ice where his torrent falls, With turret, and arch, and fretwork fair, And pillars blue as the summer air.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN IN THE FOREST BARE AND OLD THE BLAST OF DECEMBER CALLS HE BUILDS IN THE STARLIGHT CLEAR AND COLD A PALACE OF ICE WHERE HIS TORRENT FALLS WITH TURRET AND ARCH AND FATWORK FAIR AND PILLARS BLUE AS THE SUMMER AIR
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈɛn, ɪnðə fˈɔːɹɪst bˈɛɹ ænd ˈoʊld, ðə blˈæst ʌv dᵻsˈɛmbɚ kˈɔːlz, hiː bˈɪldz, ɪnðə stˈɑːɹlaɪt klˈɪɹ ænd kˈoʊld, ɐ pˈælɪs ʌv ˈaɪs wˌɛɹ hɪz tˈɔɹənt fˈɔːlz, wɪð tˈɜːɹɪt, ænd ˈɑːɹtʃ, ænd fɹˈɛtwɜːk fˈɛɹ, ænd pˈɪlɚz blˈuː æz ðə sˈʌmɚɹ ˈɛɹ.