text_original: And, beautiful beyond compare, Mysteriously, strangely fair, Like some clear star high hung in heaven And sweet as summer roses are, One dear face hovers o'er the spot, Which knew her once and knows her not ; And still from out the deathly shadows, Looks forth, beloved and unforgot.
text_transcription: AND BEAUTIFUL BEYOND COMPARE MYSTERIOUSLY STRANGELY FAIR LIKE SOME CLEAR STAR HIGH HUNG IN HEAVEN AND SWEET AS SUMMER ROSES ARE ONE DEAR FACE HOVERS OVER THE SPOT WHICH KNEW HER ONCE AND KNOWS HER NOT AND STILL FROM OUT THE DEATHLY SHADOWS LOOKS FORTH BELOVED AND UNFORGOT
phonemes: ænd, bjˈuːɾifəl bᵻjˌɔnd kəmpˈɛɹ, mɪstˈɪɹiəsli, stɹˈeɪndʒli fˈɛɹ, lˈaɪk sˌʌm klˈɪɹ stˈɑːɹ hˈaɪ hˈʌŋ ɪn hˈɛvən ænd swˈiːt æz sˈʌmɚ ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɑːɹ, wˈʌn dˈɪɹ fˈeɪs hˈʌvɚz ˈɔːɹ ðə spˈɑːt, wˌɪtʃ nˈuː hɜː wˈʌns ænd nˈoʊz hɜː nˈɑːt ; ænd stˈɪl fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə dˈɛθli ʃˈædoʊz, lˈʊks fˈɔːɹθ, bᵻlˈʌvd ænd ʌnfɚɡˈɑːt.