text_original: She sleeps, she dreams, perhaps she thinks of me ! But who will tell her that her Ordener even now hangs above an abyss, sad and lonely, surrounded by dark  ness, — her Ordener, who retains nothing of her but a single ringlet pressed to his heart and a faint light upon the horizon
text_transcription: SHE SLEEPS SHE DREAMS PERHAPS SHE THINKS OF ME BUT WHO WILL TELL HER THAT HER ORDNA EVEN NOW HANGS ABOVE AN ABYSS SAD AND LONELY SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS HER ORDINAR WHO RETAINS NOTHING OF HER BUT A SINGLE RINGLET PRESSED TO HIS HEART AND A FAINT LIGHT UPON THE HORIZON
phonemes: ʃiː slˈiːps, ʃiː dɹˈiːmz, pɚhˈæps ʃiː θˈɪŋks ʌv mˌiː ! bˌʌt hˌuː wɪl tˈɛl hɜː ðæt hɜːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚɹ ˈiːvən nˈaʊ hˈæŋz əbˌʌv ɐn ɐbˈɪs, sˈæd ænd lˈoʊnli, sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ dˈɑːɹk nˈɛs, — hɜːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚ, hˌuː ɹᵻtˈeɪnz nˈʌθɪŋ ʌv hɜː bˌʌt ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl ɹˈɪŋɡlɪt pɹˈɛst tə hɪz hˈɑːɹt ænd ɐ fˈeɪnt lˈaɪt əpˌɑːn ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən