text_original: And to Aldrich what a pleasure It would be to sing of her   He, whose perfect songs have won her Lips to quote them day by day.
text_transcription: AND TO OLDRIDGE WHAT A PLEASURE IT WOULD BE TO SING OF HER HE WHOSE PERFECT SONGS HAVE WON HER LIPS TO QUOTE THEM DAY BY DAY
phonemes: ænd tʊ ˈɔːldɹɪtʃ wʌt ɐ plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪt wʊd biː tə sˈɪŋ ʌv hɜː hiː, hˌuːz pˈɜːfɛkt sˈɔŋz hæv wˈʌn hɜː lˈɪps tə kwˈoʊt ðˌɛm dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ.