text_original: Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw The blind to hide the garden, where the moon Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. And I do lift my aching arms to you, And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, And I do weep for very pain of you, And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
text_transcription: AH THEN UPON MY BEDROOM I DO DRAW THE BLIND TO HIDE THE GARDEN WHERE THE MOON ENJOYS THE OPEN BLOSSOMS AS THEY STRAW THEIR BEAUTY FOR HIS TAKING BOON FOR BOON AND I DO LIFT MY ACHING ARMS TO YOU AND I DO LIFT MY ANGUISHED AVID BREAST AND I DO WEEP FOR VERY PAIN OF YOU AND FLING MYSELF AT THE DOORS OF SLEEP FOR REST
phonemes: ˈɑː, ðˈɛn, əpˌɑːn maɪ bˈɛdɹuːm aɪ dˈuː dɹˈɔː ðə blˈaɪnd tə hˈaɪd ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, wˌɛɹ ðə mˈuːn ɛndʒˈɔɪz ðɪ ˈoʊpən blˈɔsəmz æz ðeɪ stɹˈɔː ðɛɹ bjˈuːɾi fɔːɹ hɪz tˈeɪkɪŋ, bˈuːn fɔːɹ bˈuːn. ænd aɪ dˈuː lˈɪft maɪ ˈeɪkɪŋ ˈɑːɹmz tə juː, ænd aɪ dˈuː lˈɪft maɪ ˈæŋɡwɪʃt, ˈævɪd bɹˈɛst, ænd aɪ dˈuː wˈiːp fɔːɹ vˈɛɹi pˈeɪn ʌv juː, ænd flˈɪŋ maɪsˈɛlf æt ðə dˈɔːɹz ʌv slˈiːp, fɔːɹ ɹˈɛst.