text_original: His thoughts are alone of those who dwell In the halls of frost and snow, Who pass where the crystal domes upswell From the alabaster floors below, Where the frost trees shoot with leaf and spray, And frost gems scatter a silvery day.
text_transcription: HIS THOUGHTS ARE ALONE OF THOSE WHO DWELL IN THE HALLS OF FROST AND SNOW WHO PASS WHERE THE CRYSTAL DOMES UPSWELL FROM THE ALABASTER FLOORS BELOW WHERE THE FROST TREES SHOOT WITH LEAVE AND SPRAY AND FROST GEMS SCATTER A SILVERY DAY
phonemes: hɪz θˈɔːts ɑːɹ ɐlˈoʊn ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː dwˈɛl ɪnðə hˈɔːlz ʌv fɹˈɔst ænd snˈoʊ, hˌuː pˈæs wˌɛɹ ðə kɹˈɪstəl dˈoʊmz ˈʌpswɛl fɹʌmðɪ ˌæləbˈæstɚ flˈɔːɹz bᵻlˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ ðə fɹˈɔst tɹˈiːz ʃˈuːt wɪð lˈiːf ænd spɹˈeɪ, ænd fɹˈɔst dʒˈɛmz skˈæɾɚɹ ɐ sˈɪlvɚɹi dˈeɪ.