text_original: dim memories; I only know in that first kiss Was prophesied this later bliss. The dreams within my bosom grew; Nay, grieve not that my tale is true, Since all those dreams led straight to you. One time when Autumn donned her robes of splendour And rustled down the year's receding track, As I passed dreaming by, a voice all tender Haled me with youth's soft call to linger back.
text_transcription: DIM MEMORIES I ONLY KNOW IN THAT FIRST KISS WAS PROPHESIED THIS LATER BLISS THE DREAMS WITHIN MY BOSOM GREW NAY GRIEVE NOT THAT MY TALE IS TRUE SINCE ALL THOSE DREAMS LED STRAIGHT TO YOU ONE TIME WHEN AUTUMN DONNED HER ROBES OF SPLENDOUR AND RUSTLED DOWN THE YEAR'S RECEDING TRACK AS I PASSED DREAMING BY A VOICE ALL TENDER HAILED ME WITH YOUTH'S SOFT CALL TO LINGER BACK
phonemes: dˈɪm mˈɛmɚɹiz; aɪ ˈoʊnli nˈoʊ ɪn ðæt fˈɜːst kˈɪs wʌz pɹˈɑːfəsid ðɪs lˈeɪɾɚ blˈɪs. ðə dɹˈiːmz wɪðˌɪn maɪ bˈʊzəm ɡɹˈuː; nˈeɪ, ɡɹˈiːv nˌɑːt ðæt maɪ tˈeɪl ɪz tɹˈuː, sˈɪns ˈɔːl ðoʊz dɹˈiːmz lˈɛd stɹˈeɪt tə juː. wˈʌn tˈaɪm wɛn ˈɔːɾʌm dˈɑːnd hɜː ɹˈoʊbz ʌv splˈɛndɚ ænd ɹˈʌsəld dˌaʊn ðə jˈɪɹz ɹᵻsˈiːdɪŋ tɹˈæk, æz aɪ pˈæst dɹˈiːmɪŋ bˈaɪ, ɐ vˈɔɪs ˈɔːl tˈɛndɚ hˈeɪld mˌiː wɪð jˈuːθz sˈɔft kˈɔːl tə lˈɪŋɡɚ bˈæk.