text_original: Ah ! once was a maid in the far off days, With eyes that drooped and with looks demure ; And he who had watched her child like ways, Of the soul within would have felt quite sure. But the soul it is gone, — it has shrivelled away. And the child like innocent smiles have died ; And there only remain the scheming brain. The viper's tongue, and the mask outside.
text_transcription: I ONCE WAS A MAID IN THE FAR OFF DAYS WITH EYES THAT DROOPED AND WITH LOOKS DEMURE AND HE WHO HAD WATCHED HER CHILDLIKE WAYS OF THE SOUL WITHIN WOULD HAVE FELT QUITE SURE BUT THE SOUL IT IS GONE IT HAS SHRIVELLED AWAY AND THE CHILDLIKE INNOCENT LOOKS HAVE DIED AND THERE ONLY REMAIN THE SCHEMING BRAIN THE VIPER'S TONGUE AND THE MASK OUTSIDE
phonemes: ˈɑː ! wˈʌns wʌzɐ mˈeɪd ɪnðə fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf dˈeɪz, wɪð ˈaɪz ðæt dɹˈuːpt ænd wɪð lˈʊks dᵻmjˈʊɹ ; ænd hiː hˌuː hæd wˈɑːtʃt hɜː tʃˈaɪld lˈaɪk wˈeɪz, ʌvðə sˈoʊl wɪðˌɪn wʊdhɐv fˈɛlt kwˈaɪt ʃˈʊɹ. bˌʌt ðə sˈoʊl ɪɾ ɪz ɡˈɔn, — ɪt hɐz ʃɹˈɪvəld ɐwˈeɪ. ænd ðə tʃˈaɪld lˈaɪk ˈɪnəsənt smˈaɪlz hæv dˈaɪd ; ænd ðɛɹ ˈoʊnli ɹᵻmˈeɪn ðə skˈiːmɪŋ bɹˈeɪn. ðə vˈaɪpɚz tˈʌŋ, ænd ðə mˈæsk aʊtsˈaɪd.