text_original: I stood and looked and thought on her. The gleam stole downward from her head, Till at her feet it rested red On Gothic gold, that sadly said:   "God to her love lent a weak reed Of strength: and gave no light to lead: Pray for her soul; for it hath need."
text_transcription: AS STOOD AND LOOKED AND THOUGHT ON HER THE GLEAM STOLE DOWNWARD FROM HER HEAD TILL AT HER FEET IT RESTED RED ON GOTHIC GOLD THAT SADLY SAID GOD TO HER LOVE LENT THE WEAK REED OF STRENGTH AND GAVE NO LIGHT TO LEAD PRAY FOR HER SOUL FOR IT HATH NEED
phonemes: aɪ stˈʊd ænd lˈʊkt ænd θˈɔːt ˈɔn hɜː. ðə ɡlˈiːm stˈoʊl dˈaʊnwɚd fɹʌm hɜː hˈɛd, tˈɪl æt hɜː fˈiːt ɪt ɹˈɛstᵻd ɹˈɛd ˌɔn ɡˈɑːθɪk ɡˈoʊld, ðæt sˈædli sˈɛd:   "ɡˈɑːd tə hɜː lˈʌv lˈɛnt ɐ wˈiːk ɹˈiːd ʌv stɹˈɛŋθ: ænd ɡˈeɪv nˈoʊ lˈaɪt tə lˈiːd: pɹˈeɪ fɔːɹ hɜː sˈoʊl; fɔːɹ ɪt hæθ nˈiːd."