text_original: I. The slow reflection of a woman's face Grew, as by witchcraft, in the oval space Of that strange glass on which the moon looked in:   As cruel as death beneath the auburn hair The dark eyes burned; and, o'er the faultless chin,   Evil as night yet as the daybreak fair,   Rose red and sensual smiled the mouth of sin.
text_transcription: ONE THE SLOW REFLECTION OF A WOMAN'S FACE GREW AS BY WITCHCRAFT IN THE OVAL SPACE OF THAT STRANGE GLASS ON WHICH THE MOON LOOKED IN AS CRUEL AS DEATH BENEATH THE AUBURN HAIR THE DARK EYES BURNED AND OVER THE FAULTLESS CHIN EVIL AS NIGHT YET AS THE DAYBREAK FAIR ROSE RED AND SENSUAL SMILED THE MOUTH OF SIN
phonemes: ˈaɪ. ðə slˈoʊ ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən əvə wˈʊmənz fˈeɪs ɡɹˈuː, æz baɪ wˈɪtʃkɹæft, ɪnðɪ ˈoʊvəl spˈeɪs ʌv ðæt stɹˈeɪndʒ ɡlˈæs ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ðə mˈuːn lˈʊkt ˈɪn:   æz kɹˈuːəl æz dˈɛθ bᵻnˌiːθ ðɪ ˈɔːbɜːn hˈɛɹ ðə dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪz bˈɜːnd; ænd, ˈɔːɹ ðə fˈɔltləs tʃˈɪn,   ˈiːvəl æz nˈaɪt jˈɛt æz ðə dˈeɪbɹeɪk fˈɛɹ,   ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd ænd sˈɛnʃuːəl smˈaɪld ðə mˈaʊθ ʌv sˈɪn.