text_original: Tell me, Lover, of the way Winding down to Arcady? Some sweet bourne your haste confesses   Know you paths no other guesses? Does your gaze, so far away, See the road to Arcady? In the Lover's eyes there gleamed Radiance of all things dreamed   "Nay, detain me not," he cried "I am hasting to my bride; What have roads to do with me, Love's at home in Arcady!"
text_transcription: TELL ME LOVER OF THE WAY WINDING DOWN TO ARCADEE SOME SWEET BORN YOUR HASTE CONFESSES KNOW YOU PATH NO OTHER GUESSES DOES YOU GAZE SO FAR AWAY SEE THE ROAD TO ARCHADIDEE IN THE LOVER'S EYES THERE GLEAMED RADIANCE OF ALL THINGS DREAMED NAY DETAIN ME NOT HE CRIED I AM HASTING TO MY BRIDE WHAT HAVE ROADS TO DO WITH ME LOVE'S AT HOME IN ARCADE
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː, lˈʌvɚ, ʌvðə wˈeɪ wˈaɪndɪŋ dˌaʊn tʊ ˈɑːɹkædi? sˌʌm swˈiːt bˈɔːɹn jʊɹ hˈeɪst kənfˈɛsᵻz nˈoʊ juː pˈæθs nˈoʊ ˈʌðɚ ɡˈɛsᵻz? dˈʌz jʊɹ ɡˈeɪz, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ, sˈiː ðə ɹˈoʊd tʊ ˈɑːɹkædi? ɪnðə lˈʌvɚz ˈaɪz ðɛɹ ɡlˈiːmd ɹˈeɪdiəns ʌv ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz dɹˈiːmd   "nˈeɪ, dɪtˈeɪn mˌiː nˈɑːt," hiː kɹˈaɪd "aɪɐm hˈeɪstɪŋ tə maɪ bɹˈaɪd; wˌʌt hæv ɹˈoʊdz tə dˈuː wɪð mˌiː, lˈʌvz æt hˈoʊm ɪn ˈɑːɹkædi!"