text_original: What sunshine kissed it, what warm rains Swelled the smooth grapes, and made This godlike draught to fire my veins And keep me undismayed ! May I drink deep of love and long Until the morning cries The burden of my drinking song, The wonder of her eyes ; DRINKING SONG FOR LOVERS Till, lulled by the bewitched bowl, My passions fall asleep.
text_transcription: WHAT SUNSHINE KISSED IT WHAT WARM RAINS SWELLED THE SMOOTH GRAPES AND MADE THIS GOD LIKE DRAUGHT TO FIRE MY VEINS AND KEEP ME UNDISMAYED MAY I DRINK DEEP OF LOVE AND LONG UNTIL THE MORNING CRIES THE BURDEN OF MY DRINKING SONG THE WONDER OF HER EYES TILL LULLED BY THE BEWITCHED BOWL MY PASSIONS FALL ASLEEP
phonemes: wˌʌt sˈʌnʃaɪn kˈɪst ɪt, wˌʌt wˈɔːɹm ɹˈeɪnz swˈɛld ðə smˈuːð ɡɹˈeɪps, ænd mˌeɪd ðɪs ɡˈɑːdlaɪk dɹˈæft tə fˈaɪɚ maɪ vˈeɪnz ænd kˈiːp mˌiː ʌndɪsmˈeɪd ! mˈeɪ aɪ dɹˈɪŋk dˈiːp ʌv lˈʌv ænd lˈɔŋ ʌntˈɪl ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ kɹˈaɪz ðə bˈɜːdən ʌv maɪ dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈɔŋ, ðə wˈʌndɚɹ ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ; dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈɔŋ fɔːɹ lˈʌvɚz tˈɪl, lˈʌld baɪ ðə bᵻwˈɪtʃt bˈoʊl, maɪ pˈæʃənz fˈɔːl ɐslˈiːp.