text_original: V. Love's ghost, perhaps. Or, in the curvature Of that strange mirror, something that might cure The ache in me  some message, said perchance Of her dead loveliness, which once it glassed, That might repeat again my lost romance In momentary pictures of the past, While in its depths her image swam in trance.
text_transcription: FIVE LOVE'S GHOST PERHAPS OR IN THE CURVATURE OF THAT STRANGE MIRROR SOMETHING THAT MIGHT CURE THE ACHE IN ME SOME MESSAGE SAD PERCHANCE OF HER DEAD LOVELINESS WHICH ONCE IT GLANCED THAT MIGHT REPEAT AGAIN MY LOST ROMANCE IN MOMENTARY PICTURES OF THE PAST WHILE IN ITS DEPTH HER IMAGE SWAM ENTRANCE
phonemes: vˈiː. lˈʌvz ɡˈoʊst, pɚhˈæps. ɔːɹ, ɪnðə kˈɜːvətʃɚɹ ʌv ðæt stɹˈeɪndʒ mˈɪɹɚ, sˈʌmθɪŋ ðæt mˌaɪt kjˈʊɹ ðɪ ˈeɪk ɪn mˌiː sˌʌm mˈɛsɪdʒ, sˈɛd pɚtʃˈæns ʌv hɜː dˈɛd lˈʌvlinəs, wˌɪtʃ wˈʌns ɪt ɡlˈæst, ðæt mˌaɪt ɹᵻpˈiːt ɐɡˈɛn maɪ lˈɔst ɹoʊmˈæns ɪn mˈoʊməntˌɛɹi pˈɪktʃɚz ʌvðə pˈæst, wˌaɪl ɪn ɪts dˈɛpθs hɜːɹ ˈɪmɪdʒ swˈæm ɪn tɹˈæns.