text_original: We violed till, upward glancing To where a mirror leaned, We saw her airily dancing, Deeming her movements screened; Dancing alone in the room there, Thin draped in her robe of night; Her postures, glassed in the gloom there, Were a strange phantasmal sight.
text_transcription: WE VILED TILL UPWARD GLANCING TO WHERE MIRROR LEANED WE SAW HER AIRILY DANCING DEEMING HER MOVEMENT SCREENED DANCING ALONE IN THE ROOM THERE THIN DRAPED IN HER ROBE OF NIGHT HER POSTURES GLASSED IN THE GLOOM THERE WERE A STRANGE FANTASMAL SIGHT
phonemes: wiː vˈaɪəld tˈɪl, ˈʌpwɚd ɡlˈænsɪŋ tʊ wˌɛɹ ɐ mˈɪɹɚ lˈiːnd, wiː sˈɔː hɜːɹ ˈɛɹili dˈænsɪŋ, dˈiːmɪŋ hɜː mˈuːvmənts skɹˈiːnd; dˈænsɪŋ ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə ɹˈuːm ðˈɛɹ, θˈɪn dɹˈeɪpt ɪn hɜː ɹˈoʊb ʌv nˈaɪt; hɜː pˈɔstʃɚz, ɡlˈæst ɪnðə ɡlˈuːm ðˈɛɹ, wɜːɹ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ fˈæntæzməl sˈaɪt.