text_original: The faint sweet shadows trembling round her mouth Lighten with youth and love the Sphinx's face. And as she moves, a soft wind from the South Floating, flower laden seems  so sweet her grace.
text_transcription: THE FAINT SWEET SHADOWS TREMBLING ROUND HER MOUTH LIGHTEN WITH YOUTH AND LOVE THE SWINS'S FACE AND AS SHE MOVES A SOFT WIND FROM THE SOUTH FLOATING FLOWER LADEN SEAMS SO SWEET HER GRACE
phonemes: ðə fˈeɪnt swˈiːt ʃˈædoʊz tɹˈɛmblɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd hɜː mˈaʊθ lˈaɪʔn̩ wɪð jˈuːθ ænd lˈʌv ðə sfˈɪŋksᵻz fˈeɪs. ænd æz ʃiː mˈuːvz, ɐ sˈɔft wˈɪnd fɹʌmðə sˈaʊθ flˈoʊɾɪŋ, flˈaʊɚ lˈeɪdən sˈiːmz sˌoʊ swˈiːt hɜː ɡɹˈeɪs.