text_original: IV. There by the stagnant pool he stands, A fox fire lamp in flickering hands; The weeds are slimy to the tread, And mockingly, and mockingly, With slanted eyes and eldritch head He leans above a face long dead,   The face of me! the face of me!
text_transcription: THERE BY THE STAGNANT POOL HE STANDS A FOX FIRE LAMP IN FLICKERING HANDS THE WEEDS ARE SLIMY TO THE TREAD AND MOCKINGLY AND MOCKINGLY WITH SLANTED EYES AND ALDRIDGE HEAD HE LEANS ABOVE A FACE LONG DEAD THE FACE OF ME THE FACE OF ME
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ. ðɛɹ baɪ ðə stˈæɡnənt pˈuːl hiː stˈændz, ɐ fˈɑːks fˈaɪɚ lˈæmp ɪn flˈɪkɚɹɪŋ hˈændz; ðə wˈiːdz ɑːɹ slˈaɪmi tə ðə tɹˈɛd, ænd mˈɑːkɪŋli, ænd mˈɑːkɪŋli, wɪð slˈæntᵻd ˈaɪz ænd ˈɛldɹɪtʃ hˈɛd hiː lˈiːnz əbˌʌv ɐ fˈeɪs lˈɔŋ dˈɛd,   ðə fˈeɪs ʌv mˌiː! ðə fˈeɪs ʌv mˌiː!