text_original: To night I do not love alone, The wind is lorn with amorous tunes, And the pale lilies one by one Grieve for the passion of dead noons ; The roses touch and weep no more, Casting their petals on the sod In crimson sacrifice before The altar of the sightless god.
text_transcription: TO NIGHT I DO NOT LOVE ALONE THE WIND IS LAWN WITH AMOROUS TUNES AND THE PALE LILIES ONE BY ONE GRIEVE FOR THE PASSION OF DEAD NOONS THE ROSES TOUCH AND WEEP NO MORE CASTING THEIR PETALS ON THE SOD IN CRIMSON SACRIFICE BEFORE THE ALTAR OF THE SIGHTLESS GOD
phonemes: tə nˈaɪt aɪ duːnˌɑːt lˈʌv ɐlˈoʊn, ðə wˈɪnd ɪz lˈɔːɹn wɪð ˈæmɚɹəs tˈuːnz, ænd ðə pˈeɪl lˈɪliz wˈʌn baɪ wˈʌn ɡɹˈiːv fɚðə pˈæʃən ʌv dˈɛd nˈuːnz ; ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz tˈʌtʃ ænd wˈiːp nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, kˈæstɪŋ ðɛɹ pˈɛɾəlz ɔnðə sˈɑːd ɪn kɹˈɪmsən sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɔltɚɹ ʌvðə sˈaɪtləs ɡˈɑːd.