text_original: i66 A THIRD. '' Oh ! why are you grown so strange and chill, In days of loving but only three, That no more in your arms you fold me still, But you stand, as in fear, away from me ? " " I cannot fold you in arms of love, For there 's something comes 'twixt me and you; It is cold and white, and it clings all night, As lovers of old are fain to do."
text_transcription: A THIRD O WHY ARE YOU GROWN SO STRANGE AND CHILL IN DAYS OF LOVING BUT ONLY THREE THAT NO MORE IN YOUR ARMS YOU FOLD ME STILL BUT YOU STAND AS IN FEAR AWAY FROM ME I CANNOT FOLD YOU IN ARMS OF LOVE FOR THERE SOMETHING COMES TWIXT ME AND YOU IT IS COLD AND WHITE AND IT CLINGS ALL NIGHT AS LOVERS OF OLD ARE FAIN TO DO
phonemes: ˈaɪ sˈɪksti sˈɪks ɐ θˈɜːd. ˈoʊ ! wˌaɪ ɑːɹ juː ɡɹˈoʊn sˌoʊ stɹˈeɪndʒ ænd tʃˈɪl, ɪn dˈeɪz ʌv lˈʌvɪŋ bˌʌt ˈoʊnli θɹˈiː, ðæt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɪn jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz juː fˈoʊld mˌiː stˈɪl, bˌʌt juː stˈænd, æz ɪn fˈɪɹ, ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm mˌiː ? " " aɪ kænˈɑːt fˈoʊld juː ɪn ˈɑːɹmz ʌv lˈʌv, fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ˈɛs sˈʌmθɪŋ kˈʌmz twˈɪkst mˌiː ænd juː; ɪɾ ɪz kˈoʊld ænd wˈaɪt, ænd ɪt klˈɪŋz ˈɔːl nˈaɪt, æz lˈʌvɚz ʌv ˈoʊld ɑːɹ fˈeɪn tə dˈuː."