text_original: And cried, u Oh ! truly love is long, For even now the daylight calls, And for my love I have no song To crown the autumn Bacchanals." But she said, " For my beauty's sake Anoint my soul with kisses yet, This is a better song we make Than any that the gods forget !
text_transcription: AND CRIED OH TRULY LOVE IS LONG FOR EVEN NOW THE DAYLIGHT CALLS AND FOR MY LOVE I HAVE NO SONG TO CROWN THE AUTUMN BACCHANALS BUT SHE SAID FOR MY BEAUTY'S SAKE ANOINT MY SOUL WITH KISSES YET THIS IS A BETTER SONG WE MAKE THAN ANY THAT THE GODS FORGET
phonemes: ænd kɹˈaɪd, jˈuː ˈoʊ ! tɹˈuːli lˈʌv ɪz lˈɔŋ, fɔːɹ ˈiːvən nˈaʊ ðə dˈeɪlaɪt kˈɔːlz, ænd fɔːɹ maɪ lˈʌv aɪ hæv nˈoʊ sˈɔŋ tə kɹˈaʊn ðɪ ˈɔːɾʌm bˈækənəlz." bˌʌt ʃiː sˈɛd, " fɔːɹ maɪ bjˈuːɾiz sˈeɪk ɐnˈɔɪnt maɪ sˈoʊl wɪð kˈɪsᵻz jˈɛt, ðɪs ɪz ɐ bˈɛɾɚ sˈɔŋ wiː mˌeɪk ðɐn ˌɛni ðætðə ɡˈɑːdz fɚɡˈɛt !