text_original: Perfume your lonely rose of youth, and crush My lips in ecstasy to stain it red, And while we dream, the wanton night will hush Her errant birds, and close about our bed Will hang her starry curtains cool with dew, That your soft limbs may touch and glimmer through.
text_transcription: PERFUME YOUR LONELY ROSE OF YOUTH AND CRUSH MY LIPS IN ECSTASY TO STAIN IT RED AND WHILE WE DREAM THE WANTON KNIGHT WILL HUSH HER ERRANT BIRDS AND CLOSE ABOUT OUR BED WILL HANG HER STARRY CURTAINS COOL WITH DEW THAT YOUR SOFT LIMBS MAY TOUCH AND GLIMMER THROUGH
phonemes: pˈɜːfjuːm jʊɹ lˈoʊnli ɹˈoʊz ʌv jˈuːθ, ænd kɹˈʌʃ maɪ lˈɪps ɪn ˈɛkstəsi tə stˈeɪn ɪt ɹˈɛd, ænd wˌaɪl wiː dɹˈiːm, ðə wˈɔntən nˈaɪt wɪl hˈʌʃ hɜːɹ ˈɛɹənt bˈɜːdz, ænd klˈoʊs ɐbˌaʊt ˌaʊɚ bˈɛd wɪl hˈæŋ hɜː stˈɑːɹi kˈɜːtənz kˈuːl wɪð dˈuː, ðæt jʊɹ sˈɔft lˈɪmz mˈeɪ tˈʌtʃ ænd ɡlˈɪmɚ θɹˈuː.