text_original: A SONG OF LOVE Love reckons not by time  its May days of delight Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.
text_transcription: A SONG OF LOVE LOVE RECKONS NOT BY TIME ITS MAY DAYS OF DELIGHT ARE SWIFTER THAN THE FALLING STARS THAT PASS BEYOND OUR SIGHT
phonemes: ɐ sˈɔŋ ʌv lˈʌv lˈʌv ɹˈɛkənz nˌɑːt baɪ tˈaɪm ɪts mˈeɪ dˈeɪz ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt ɑːɹ swˈɪftɚ ðɐn ðə fˈɔːlɪŋ stˈɑːɹz ðæt pˈæs bᵻjˌɔnd ˌaʊɚ sˈaɪt.