text_original: He babbled ever of her name And of her brow that gleamed like dawn, And of her lips  a lovely shame No holy man should think upon.
text_transcription: HE BABBLED EVER OF HER NAME AND OF HER BROW THAT GLEAMED LIKE DAWN AND OF HER LIPS A LOVELY SHAME NO HOLY MAN SHOULD THINK UPON
phonemes: hiː bˈæbəld ˈɛvɚɹ ʌv hɜː nˈeɪm ænd ʌv hɜː bɹˈaʊ ðæt ɡlˈiːmd lˈaɪk dˈɔːn, ænd ʌv hɜː lˈɪps ɐ lˈʌvli ʃˈeɪm nˈoʊ hˈoʊli mˈæn ʃˌʊd θˈɪŋk əpˌɑːn.