text_original: Dear things, kind things, That my old love said, Ranged themselves reproachfully Round my bed. But I could not heed them, For I seemed to see The eyes of my new love Fixed on me. Old love, old love, How can I be true? Shall I be faithless to myself Or to you?
text_transcription: DEAR THINGS KIND THINGS THAT MY OLD LOVE SAID RANGED THEMSELVES REPROACHFULLY ROUND MY BED BUT I COULD NOT HEED THEM FOR I SEEMED TO SEE THE EYES OF MY NEW LOVE FIXED ON ME O LOVE OLD LOVE HOW CAN I BE TRUE SHALL I BE FAITHLESS TO MYSELF OR TO YOU
phonemes: dˈɪɹ θˈɪŋz, kˈaɪnd θˈɪŋz, ðæt maɪ ˈoʊld lˈʌv sˈɛd, ɹˈeɪndʒd ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃfəli ɹˈaʊnd maɪ bˈɛd. bˌʌt aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt hˈiːd ðˌɛm, fɔːɹ aɪ sˈiːmd tə sˈiː ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv maɪ nˈuː lˈʌv fˈɪkst ˈɔn mˌiː. ˈoʊld lˈʌv, ˈoʊld lˈʌv, hˌaʊ kæn aɪ biː tɹˈuː? ʃˌæl aɪ biː fˈeɪθləs tə maɪsˈɛlf ɔːɹ tə juː?