text_original: And she was looking back with her almond eyes, across her dark ivory shoulder, at Night where he still lay drowned in the sleep she had brought him. What a strange, slow, mocking look! So might Aphrodite herself have looked back at some weary lover, remembering the fire of his first embrace.
text_transcription: AND SHE WAS LOOKING BACK WITH HER ALMOND EYES ACROSS HER DARK IVORY SHOULDER AT NIGHT WHERE HE STILL LAY DROWNED IN THE SLEEP SHE HAD BROUGHT HIM WHAT A STRANGE SLOW MOCKING LOOK SO MIGHT APHRODITE HERSELF HAVE LOOKED BACK AT SOME WEARY LOVER REMEMBERING THE FIRE OF HIS FIRST EMBRACE
phonemes: ænd ʃiː wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ bˈæk wɪð hɜːɹ ˈɔlmənd ˈaɪz, əkɹˌɑːs hɜː dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪvɚɹi ʃˈoʊldɚ, æt nˈaɪt wˌɛɹ hiː stˈɪl lˈeɪ dɹˈaʊnd ɪnðə slˈiːp ʃiː hæd bɹˈɔːt hˌɪm. wˌʌt ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ, slˈoʊ, mˈɑːkɪŋ lˈʊk! sˌoʊ mˌaɪt ˌæfɹədˈaɪɾi hɜːsˈɛlf hæv lˈʊkt bˈæk æt sˌʌm wˈɪɹi lˈʌvɚ, ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹɪŋ ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ʌv hɪz fˈɜːst ɛmbɹˈeɪs.