text_original: Her h^r, about her brow, bums bright. Her tresses are the gold That in a missal keeps the light Solemn and pure. Behold Her lashes* glimmerings Have the dove*s secret springs Of amber sunshine when she spreads her wings.
text_transcription: HER HAIR ABOUT HER BROW BURNS BRIGHT HER TRESSES ARE THE GOLD THAT IN A MISSILE KEEPS THE LIGHT SOLEMN AND PURE BEHOLD HER LASHES GLIMMERINGS HAVE THE DOVE'S SECRET SPRINGS OF AMBER SUNSHINE WHEN SHE SPREADS HER WINGS
phonemes: hɜːɹ ˈeɪtʃ ˈɑːɹ, ɐbˌaʊt hɜː bɹˈaʊ, bˈʌmz bɹˈaɪt. hɜː tɹˈɛsᵻz ɑːɹ ðə ɡˈoʊld ðæt ɪn ɐ mˈɪsəl kˈiːps ðə lˈaɪt sˈɑːləm ænd pjˈʊɹ. bᵻhˈoʊld hɜː lˈæʃᵻz ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɡlˈɪmɚɹɪŋz hæv ðə dˈʌv ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈɛs sˈiːkɹᵻt spɹˈɪŋz ʌv ˈæmbɚ sˈʌnʃaɪn wɛn ʃiː spɹˈɛdz hɜː wˈɪŋz.