text_original: And lo! upon her sad desponding brow, The cruel trenches of besieging age, With seams, but most unseemly, 'gan to show Her place was booking for the seventh stage; And where her raven tresses used to flow, Some locks that Time had left her in his rage.
text_transcription: AND LO UPON HER SAD DESPONDING BROW THE CRUEL TRENCHES OF BESIEGING AGE WITH SEAMS BUT MOST UNSEEMLY AGAIN TO SHOW HER PLACE WAS BOOKING FOR THE SEVENTH STAGE AND WHERE HER RAVEN TRESSES USED TO FLOW SOME LOCKS THAT TIME HAD LEFT HER IN HIS RAGE
phonemes: ænd lˈoʊ! əpˌɑːn hɜː sˈæd dᵻspˈɑːndɪŋ bɹˈaʊ, ðə kɹˈuːəl tɹˈɛntʃᵻz ʌv bᵻsˈiːdʒɪŋ ˈeɪdʒ, wɪð sˈiːmz, bˌʌt mˈoʊst ʌnsˈiːmli, ɡˈæn tə ʃˈoʊ hɜː plˈeɪs wʌz bˈʊkɪŋ fɚðə sˈɛvənθ stˈeɪdʒ; ænd wˌɛɹ hɜː ɹˈeɪvən tɹˈɛsᵻz jˈuːzd tə flˈoʊ, sˌʌm lˈɑːks ðæt tˈaɪm hæd lˈɛft hɜːɹ ɪn hɪz ɹˈeɪdʒ.