text_original: Why dost thou bud not, O Love of my bosom? Why dost thou rise not, and thrill me as then? Life without love, is a year without Summer, Heart without love, is a wood without song.
text_transcription: WHY DOST THOU BUD NOT O LOVE OF MY BOSOM WHY DOST THOU RISE NOT AND THRILL ME AS THEN LIFE WITHOUT LOVE IS A YEAR WITHOUT SUMMER HEART WITHOUT LOVE IS A WOOD WITHOUT SONG
phonemes: wˌaɪ dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ bˈʌd nˈɑːt, ˈoʊ lˈʌv ʌv maɪ bˈʊzəm? wˌaɪ dˈɑːst ðˈaʊ ɹˈaɪz nˈɑːt, ænd θɹˈɪl mˌiː æz ðˈɛn? lˈaɪf wɪðˌaʊt lˈʌv, ɪz ɐ jˈɪɹ wɪðˌaʊt sˈʌmɚ, hˈɑːɹt wɪðˌaʊt lˈʌv, ɪz ɐ wˈʊd wɪðˌaʊt sˈɔŋ.