text_original: THE MIRROR AND THE SOUL. Ah, my fair one, none to equal Thee in beauty could there be ; Yet I wonder of the sequel — What that beauty did for thee ? Was the self within thee fashioned. Purer, nobler, than the rest ; Was the soul itself impassioned By the face we loved the best ? THE HILLS ABOVE THE RIVER.
text_transcription: MIRROR AND THE SOUL AH MY FAIR ONE NONE TO EQUAL THEE IN BEAUTY COULD THERE BE YET I WONDER OF THE SEQUEL WHAT THAT BEAUTY DID FOR THEE WAS THE SELF WITHIN THEE FASHIONED PURER NOBLER THAN THE REST WAS THE SOUL ITSELF IMPASSIONED BY THE FACE WE LOVED THE BEST THE HILLS ABOVE THE RIVER
phonemes: ðə mˈɪɹɚ ænd ðə sˈoʊl. ˈɑː, maɪ fˈɛɹ wˌʌn, nˈʌn tʊ ˈiːkwəl ðiː ɪn bjˈuːɾi kʊd ðɛɹbˈiː ; jˈɛt aɪ wˈʌndɚɹ ʌvðə sˈiːkwəl — wˌʌt ðæt bjˈuːɾi dˈɪd fɔːɹ ðˈiː ? wʌzðə sˈɛlf wɪðˌɪn ðiː fˈæʃənd. pjˈʊɹɹɚ, nˈoʊblɚ, ðɐn ðə ɹˈɛst ; wʌzðə sˈoʊl ɪtsˈɛlf ɪmpˈæʃənd baɪ ðə fˈeɪs wiː lˈʌvd ðə bˈɛst ? ðə hˈɪlz əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈɪvɚ.