text_original: And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn. And still before The altar I Exult the bowl Brimful, and cry To you to stoop And drink, Most High.
text_transcription: AND TO MY LIP'S BRIGHT CRIMSON RIM THE PASSION SLIPS AND DOWN MY SLIM WHITE BODY DRIPS THE SHINING HYMN AND STILL BEFORE THE ALTAR I EXALT THE BOWL BRIMFUL AND CRY TO YOU TO STOOP AND DRINK MOST HIGH
phonemes: ænd tə maɪ lˈɪps bɹˈaɪt kɹˈɪmsən ɹˈɪm ðə pˈæʃən slˈɪps, ænd dˌaʊn maɪ slˈɪm wˈaɪt bˈɑːdi dɹˈɪps ðə ʃˈaɪnɪŋ hˈɪm. ænd stˈɪl bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɔltɚɹ aɪ ɛɡzˈʌlt ðə bˈoʊl bɹˈɪmfəl, ænd kɹˈaɪ tə juː tə stˈuːp ænd dɹˈɪŋk, mˈoʊst hˈaɪ.