text_original: No trace to day of what in her was fair! Only the record of long years grown green Upon the mirror's lustreless dead sheen, Grown dim at last, when all else withered there.
text_transcription: NO TRACE TO DAY OF WHAT IN HER WAS FAIR ONLY THE RECORD OF LONG YEARS GROWN GREEN UPON THE MIRRORS LUSTRELESS DEAD SHEEN GROWN DIM AT LAST WHEN ALL ELSE WITHERED THERE
phonemes: nˈoʊ tɹˈeɪs tə dˈeɪ ʌv wʌt ɪn hɜː wʌz fˈɛɹ! ˈoʊnli ðə ɹˈɛkɚd ʌv lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ɡɹˈoʊn ɡɹˈiːn əpˌɑːn ðə mˈɪɹɚz lˈʌstɚləs dˈɛd ʃˈiːn, ɡɹˈoʊn dˈɪm æt lˈæst, wˌɛn ˈɔːl ˈɛls wˈɪðɚd ðˈɛɹ.