text_original: For Nello  when in piteous wise She lifted up her look to ask, Except the ever burning eyes His face was like a marble mask. And so it always meets her now; The tomb wherein at last he lies Shall bear such carven lips and brow, All save the ever burning eyes.
text_transcription: FOR NELLO WHEN IN PITEOUS WISE SHE LIFTED UP HER LOOK TO ASK EXCEPT THE EVER BURNING EYES HIS FACE WAS LIKE A MARBLE MASK AND SO IT ALWAYS MEETS HER NOW THE TOMB WHEREIN AT LAST HE LIES SHALL BEAR SUCH CURVEN LIPS AND BROW ALL SAVE THE EVER BURNING EYES
phonemes: fɔːɹ nˈɛloʊ wɛn ɪn pˈɪɾiəs wˈaɪz ʃiː lˈɪftᵻd ˌʌp hɜː lˈʊk tʊ ˈæsk, ɛksˈɛpt ðɪ ˈɛvɚ bˈɜːnɪŋ ˈaɪz hɪz fˈeɪs wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ mˈɑːɹbəl mˈæsk. ænd sˌoʊ ɪɾ ˈɔːlweɪz mˈiːts hɜː nˈaʊ; ðə tˈuːm wˈɛɹɪn æt lˈæst hiː lˈaɪz ʃˌæl bˈɛɹ sˈʌtʃ kˈɑːɹvən lˈɪps ænd bɹˈaʊ, ˈɔːl sˈeɪv ðɪ ˈɛvɚ bˈɜːnɪŋ ˈaɪz.