text_original: XXXI. This, with more tender logic of the kind, He pour'd into her small and shell like ear, That timidly against his lips inclin'd; Meanwhile her eyes glanced on the silver sphere That even now began to steal behind A dewy vapor, which was lingering near, Wherein the dull moon crept all dim and pale, Just like a virgin putting on the veil:   XXXII.
text_transcription: THIRTY ONE THIS WITH MORE TENDER LOGIC OF THE KIND HE POURED INTO HER SMALL AND SHELL LIKE EAR THAT TIMIDLY AGAINST HIS LIPS INCLINED MEANWHILE HER EYES GLANCED ON THE SILVER SPHERE THAT EVEN NOW BEGAN TO STEAL BEHIND A DEWY VAPOUR WHICH WAS LINGERING NEAR WHEREIN THE DULL MOON CREPT ALL DIM AND PALE JUST LIKE A VIRGIN PUTTING ON THE VEIL THIR
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn. ðˈɪs, wɪð mˈɔːɹ tˈɛndɚ lˈɑːdʒɪk ʌvðə kˈaɪnd, hiː pˈɔːɹd ˌɪntʊ hɜː smˈɔːl ænd ʃˈɛl lˈaɪk ˈɪɹ, ðæt tˈɪmɪdli ɐɡˈɛnst hɪz lˈɪps ɪŋklˈɪnd; mˈiːnwaɪl hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ɡlˈænst ɔnðə sˈɪlvɚ sfˈɪɹ ðæt ˈiːvən nˈaʊ bɪɡˈæn tə stˈiːl bᵻhˌaɪnd ɐ dˈuːi vˈeɪpɚ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ nˈɪɹ, wˈɛɹɪn ðə dˈʌl mˈuːn kɹˈɛpt ˈɔːl dˈɪm ænd pˈeɪl, dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk ɐ vˈɜːdʒɪn pˈʊɾɪŋ ɔnðə vˈeɪl:   ɹˌoʊmən θˈɜːɾi tˈuː.