text_original: She had had a face as bright as the sun. "Now she is broken and crushed," I said. "The demon of mischief that lurked before In her hazel eyes Is beaten and done. I hope we never meet any more, For the thing I loved best in her is dead."
text_transcription: SHE HAD HAD A FACE AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN NOW SHE IS BROKEN AND CRUSHED I SAID THE DEMON OF MISCHIEF THAT LURKED BEFORE IN HER HAZEL EYES IS BEATEN AND DONE I HOPE WE NEVER MEET ANY MORE FOR THE THING I LOVE BEST IN HER IS DEAD
phonemes: ʃiː hæd hæd ɐ fˈeɪs æz bɹˈaɪt æz ðə sˈʌn. "nˈaʊ ʃiː ɪz bɹˈoʊkən ænd kɹˈʌʃt," aɪ sˈɛd. "ðə dˈiːmən ʌv mˈɪstʃɪf ðæt lˈɜːkt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɪn hɜː hˈeɪzəl ˈaɪz ɪz bˈiːʔn̩ ænd dˈʌn. aɪ hˈoʊp wiː nˈɛvɚ mˈiːt ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ, fɚðə θˈɪŋ aɪ lˈʌvd bˈɛst ɪn hɜːɹ ɪz dˈɛd."