text_original: THE BETROTHAL II There was a little pause between the dances; Without, somewhere, a tinkling fountain played. The dusky path was lit by ardent glances As forth they fared, a lover and a maid.
text_transcription: TWO THE BETROTHAL THERE WAS A LITTLE PAUSE BETWEEN THE DANCES WITHOUT SOMEWHERE A TINKLING FOUNTAIN PLAYED THE DUSKY PATH WAS LIT BY ARDENT GLANCES AS FORTH THEY FARED A LOVER AND A MAID
phonemes: ðə bᵻtɹˈoʊðəl ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈɪɾəl pˈɔːz bᵻtwˌiːn ðə dˈænsᵻz; wɪðˈaʊt, sˈʌmwɛɹ, ɐ tˈɪŋklɪŋ fˈaʊntɪn plˈeɪd. ðə dˈʌski pˈæθ wʌz lˈɪt baɪ ˈɑːɹdənt ɡlˈænsᵻz æz fˈɔːɹθ ðeɪ fˈɛɹd, ɐ lˈʌvɚ ænd ɐ mˈeɪd.