text_original: It served to bear as lover's gift all tender thought and true, It wove among the garlands sweet red roses, never rue! "Drink to me only with thine eyes," ay with thy tender eyes   And read in mine, half veiled from thee, my own heart's sweet surprise!
text_transcription: IT SERVED TO BEAR AS LOVER'S GIFT ALL TENDER THOUGHT AND TRUE IT WOVE AMONG THE GARLANDS SWEET RED ROSES NEVER RUE DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES I WITH THY TENDER EYES AND READ IN MINE HAVE FAILED FROM THEE MY OWN HEART'S SWEET SURPRISE
phonemes: ɪt sˈɜːvd tə bˈɛɹ æz lˈʌvɚz ɡˈɪft ˈɔːl tˈɛndɚ θˈɔːt ænd tɹˈuː, ɪt wˈoʊv ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡˈɑːɹləndz swˈiːt ɹˈɛd ɹˈoʊzᵻz, nˈɛvɚ ɹˈuː! "dɹˈɪŋk tə mˌiː ˈoʊnli wɪð ðaɪn ˈaɪz," ˈaɪ wɪð ðˌaɪ tˈɛndɚɹ ˈaɪz ænd ɹˈiːd ɪn mˈaɪn, hˈæf vˈeɪld fɹʌm ðˈiː, maɪ ˈoʊn hˈɑːɹts swˈiːt sɚpɹˈaɪz!