text_original: DREAMS OLD AND NASCENT OLD I HAVE opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone.
text_transcription: D AT ORICH BY SONYA DREAMS OLD I HAVE OPENED THE WINDOW TO WARM MY HANDS ON THE SILL WHERE THE SUNLIGHT SOAKS IN THE STONE THE AFTERNOON IS FULL OF DREAMS MY LOVE THE BOYS ARE ALL STILL IN A WISTFUL DREAM OF LORNA DOON
phonemes: dɹˈiːmz ˌoʊˌɛldˈiː ænd nˈeɪsənt ˌoʊˌɛldˈiː aɪ hæv ˈoʊpənd ðə wˈɪndoʊ tə wˈɔːɹm maɪ hˈændz ɔnðə sˈɪl wˌɛɹ ðə sˈʌnlaɪt sˈoʊks ɪnðə stˈoʊn: ðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn ɪz fˈʊl ʌv dɹˈiːmz, maɪ lˈʌv, ðə bˈɔɪz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl stˈɪl ɪn ɐ wˈɪstfəl dɹˈiːm ʌv lˈɔːɹnə dˈuːn.