text_original: Oh ! love, my love, but a moment so, Oh ! love, my love, but a moment more ; And we *11 cast from our thought what the sweet days brought. And we *11 each return to what was before. For dreamers of dreams we both have been, — Never, oh ! never, the thing could be ; For you is the peace of the bay within, And for me are the storms of the open sea.
text_transcription: O LOVE MY LOVE BUT A MOMENT SO O LOVE MY LOVE BUT A MOMENT MORE AND WILL CAST FROM OUR THOUGHT WHAT THE SWEET DAYS BROUGHT AND WILL EACH RETURN TO WHAT WAS BEFORE FOR DREAMERS OF DREAMS WE BOTH HAVE BEEN NEVER OH NEVER THE THING COULD BE FOR YOU IS THE PEACE OF THE BAY WITHIN AND FOR ME ARE THE STORMS OF THE OPEN SEA
phonemes: ˈoʊ ! lˈʌv, maɪ lˈʌv, bˌʌt ɐ mˈoʊmənt sˈoʊ, ˈoʊ ! lˈʌv, maɪ lˈʌv, bˌʌt ɐ mˈoʊmənt mˈɔːɹ ; ænd wiː ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪlˈɛvən kˈæst fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ θˈɔːt wʌt ðə swˈiːt dˈeɪz bɹˈɔːt. ænd wiː ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪlˈɛvən ˈiːtʃ ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə wʌt wʌz bᵻfˈɔːɹ. fɔːɹ dɹˈiːmɚz ʌv dɹˈiːmz wiː bˈoʊθ hɐvbɪn, — nˈɛvɚ, ˈoʊ ! nˈɛvɚ, ðə θˈɪŋ kʊd bˈiː ; fɔːɹ juː ɪz ðə pˈiːs ʌvðə bˈeɪ wɪðˈɪn, ænd fɔːɹ mˌiː ɑːɹ ðə stˈɔːɹmz ʌvðɪ ˈoʊpən sˈiː.