text_original: They passed ; the sun went down like flame, And from her high acropolis The queen of all the kisses came To quench my loving avarice. She kissed my singing lips away, I cried, " Oh love ! whate'er befalls, I have a song to sing ere day, A song to crown the Bacchanals."
text_transcription: THEY PASSED THE SUN WENT DOWN LIKE FLAME AND FROM HER HIGH ACROPOLIS THE QUEEN OF ALL THE KISSES CAME TO QUENCH MY LOVING AVARICE SHE KISSED MY SINGING LIPS AWAY I CRIED O LOVE WHATEVER BEFALLS I HAVE A SONG TO SING EAR DAY A SONG TO CROWN THE BACCHANALS
phonemes: ðeɪ pˈæst ; ðə sˈʌn wɛnt dˌaʊn lˈaɪk flˈeɪm, ænd fɹʌm hɜː hˈaɪ ækɹˈɑːpəliz ðə kwˈiːn ʌv ˈɔːl ðə kˈɪsᵻz kˈeɪm tə kwˈɛntʃ maɪ lˈʌvɪŋ ˈævɚɹɪs. ʃiː kˈɪst maɪ sˈɪŋɪŋ lˈɪps ɐwˈeɪ, aɪ kɹˈaɪd, " ˈoʊ lˈʌv ! wˈʌɾɛɹ bᵻfˈɔːlz, aɪ hæv ɐ sˈɔŋ tə sˈɪŋ ˈɛɹ dˈeɪ, ɐ sˈɔŋ tə kɹˈaʊn ðə bˈækənəlz."