text_original: While yet upon her lips I lay Dreaming in exquisite suspense, I saw the chariot of day Across the eastern battlements. 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."
text_transcription: WHILE YET UPON HER LIPS I LAY DREAMING IN EXQUISITE SUSPENSE I SAW THE CHARIOT OF DAY ACROSS THE EASTERN BATTLEMENTS 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
phonemes: wˌaɪl jˈɛt əpˌɑːn hɜː lˈɪps aɪ lˈeɪ dɹˈiːmɪŋ ɪn ɛkskwˈɪsɪt səspˈɛns, aɪ sˈɔː ðə tʃˈæɹiət ʌv dˈeɪ əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ˈiːstɚn bˈæɾəlmənts. 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."