text_original: What though the stars shone shadowy through Her form as by my side she went, And by her feet no drop of dew Was stirred, no blade was bent!
text_transcription: WHAT THOUGH THE STARS SHONE SHADOWY THROUGH HER FORM AS BY MY SIGHT SHE WENT AND BY HER FEET NO DROP OF DEW WAS STIRRED NO BLADE WAS BENT
phonemes: wˌʌt ðˌoʊ ðə stˈɑːɹz ʃˈɑːn ʃˈædoʊi θɹuː hɜː fˈɔːɹm æz baɪ maɪ sˈaɪd ʃiː wˈɛnt, ænd baɪ hɜː fˈiːt nˈoʊ dɹˈɑːp ʌv dˈuː wʌz stˈɜːd, nˈoʊ blˈeɪd wʌz bˈɛnt!