text_original: I long for you in mournful trances, I long for you by night and day; Beautiful thoughts that once were mine, Might I but win you back once more, Might ye about my being twine And cluster as ye did of yore!
text_transcription: I LONG FOR YOU IN MOURNFUL TRANCES I LONG FOR YOU BY NIGHT AND DAY BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS THAT ONCE WERE MINE MIGHT I BUT WIN YOU BACK ONCE MORE MIGHT YE ABOUT MY BEING TWINE AND CLUSTER AS YE DID OF YORE
phonemes: aɪ lˈɔŋ fɔːɹ juː ɪn mˈɔːɹnfəl tɹˈænsᵻz, aɪ lˈɔŋ fɔːɹ juː baɪ nˈaɪt ænd dˈeɪ; bjˈuːɾifəl θˈɔːts ðæt wˈʌns wɜː mˈaɪn, mˌaɪt aɪ bˌʌt wˈɪn juː bˈæk wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, mˌaɪt jiː ɐbˌaʊt maɪ bˌiːɪŋ twˈaɪn ænd klˈʌstɚɹ æz jiː dˈɪd ʌv jˈɔːɹ!