text_original: A graver shape moved gently by, And bent, and murmured warningly, "Forever ! " And then where sat the two, sat one ! No voice spoke back, no glance replied. Behind her, where she rested lone, Hovered the spectre, solemn eyed ; She met his look without a thrill, And, smiling faintly, whispered still, " Forever
text_transcription: A GRAVER SHAPE MOVED GENTLY BY AND BENT AND MURMURED WARNINGLY FOR EVER AND THEN WHERE SAT THE TWO SAT ONE NO VOICE SPOKE BACK NO GLANCE REPLIED BEHIND HER WHERE SHE RESTED LONE HOVERED THE SPECTRE SOLEMN EYED SHE MET HIS LOOK WITHOUT A THRILL AND SMILING FAINTLY WHISPERED STILL FOR EVER
phonemes: ɐ ɡɹˈeɪvɚ ʃˈeɪp mˈuːvd dʒˈɛntli bˈaɪ, ænd bˈɛnt, ænd mˈɜːmɚd wˈɔːɹnɪŋli, "fɚɹˈɛvɚ ! " ænd ðˈɛn wˌɛɹ sˈæt ðə tˈuː, sˈæt wˌʌn ! nˈoʊ vˈɔɪs spˈoʊk bˈæk, nˈoʊ ɡlˈæns ɹᵻplˈaɪd. bᵻhˈaɪnd hɜː, wˌɛɹ ʃiː ɹˈɛstᵻd lˈoʊn, hˈʌvɚd ðə spˈɛktɚ, sˈɑːləm ˈaɪd ; ʃiː mˈɛt hɪz lˈʊk wɪðˌaʊt ɐ θɹˈɪl, ænd, smˈaɪlɪŋ fˈeɪntli, wˈɪspɚd stˈɪl, " fɚɹˈɛvɚ