text_original: There was not a word of folly Spoken between us two, Though we lingered oft in the garden Till the roses were wet with dew. We touched on a thousand subjects   The moon and the worlds above,   And our talk was tinctured with science, And everything else, save love.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NOT A WORD OF FOLLY SPOKEN BETWEEN US TWO THOUGH WE LINGERED OFT IN THE GARDEN TILL THE ROSES WERE WET WITH DEW WE TOUCHED ON A THOUSAND SUBJECTS THE MOON AND THE WORLDS ABOVE AND OUR TALK WAS TINCTURED WITH SCIENCE AND EVERYTHING ELSE SAVE LOVE
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd ʌv fˈɑːli spˈoʊkən bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs tˈuː, ðˌoʊ wiː lˈɪŋɡɚd ˈɔft ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən tˈɪl ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz wɜː wˈɛt wɪð dˈuː. wiː tˈʌtʃt ˌɔn ɐ θˈaʊzənd sˈʌbdʒɛkts ðə mˈuːn ænd ðə wˈɜːldz əbˈʌv,   ænd ˌaʊɚ tˈɔːk wʌz tˈɪŋktʃɚd wɪð sˈaɪəns, ænd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ ˈɛls, sˈeɪv lˈʌv.