text_original: I drew her dark hair from her eyes, And in their deeps beheld a while Such shadowy moonlight as the skies Of Hell may smile.
text_transcription: I DREW HER DARK HAIR FROM HER EYES AND IN THEIR DEEPS BEHELD A WHILE SUCH SHADOWY MOONLIGHT AS THE SKIES OF HELL MAY SMILE
phonemes: aɪ dɹˈuː hɜː dˈɑːɹk hˈɛɹ fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ænd ɪn ðɛɹ dˈiːps bᵻhˈɛld ɐ wˈaɪl sˈʌtʃ ʃˈædoʊi mˈuːnlaɪt æz ðə skˈaɪz ʌv hˈɛl mˈeɪ smˈaɪl.