text_original: AN OLD SONG "Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine," I read in this old song, anew, this living love of thine! The old, old song that in the days now swift and sure are fled, Recalls its sparkle and its mirth, oblivious of its dead!
text_transcription: AN OLD SONG DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES AND I WILL PLEDGE WITH MINE I READ IN THIS OLD SONG ANEW THIS LIVING LOVE OF THINE THE OLD OLD SONG THAT IN THE DAYS NOW SWIFT AND SURE ARE FLED RECALLS ITS SPARKLE AND ITS MIRTH OBLIVIOUS OF ITS DEAD
phonemes: ɐn ˈoʊld sˈɔŋ "dɹˈɪŋk tə mˌiː ˈoʊnli wɪð ðaɪn ˈaɪz, ænd aɪ wɪl plˈɛdʒ wɪð mˈaɪn," aɪ ɹˈiːd ɪn ðɪs ˈoʊld sˈɔŋ, ɐnˈuː, ðɪs lˈɪvɪŋ lˈʌv ʌv ðˈaɪn! ðɪ ˈoʊld, ˈoʊld sˈɔŋ ðæt ɪnðə dˈeɪz nˈaʊ swˈɪft ænd ʃˈʊɹ ɑːɹ flˈɛd, ɹˈiːkɔːlz ɪts spˈɑːɹkəl ænd ɪts mˈɜːθ, əblˈɪviəs ʌv ɪts dˈɛd!