text_original: I feel her breath upon my eyes, her hair Falls on me like a blessing, everywhere I hear her warm blood leaping, And life it seems is but a fitful sleeping, And we but fretful shades that dreamed before That love, and are no more.
text_transcription: I FEEL HER BREATH UPON MY EYES HER HAIR FALLS ON ME LIKE A BLESSING EVERYWHERE I HEAR HER WARM BLOOD LEAPING AND LIFE IT SEEMS IS BUT A FITFUL SLEEPING AND WE BUT FRETFUL SHADES THAT DREAM BEFORE THAT LOVE AND ARE NO MORE
phonemes: aɪ fˈiːl hɜː bɹˈɛθ əpˌɑːn maɪ ˈaɪz, hɜː hˈɛɹ fˈɔːlz ˌɔn mˌiː lˈaɪk ɐ blˈɛsɪŋ, ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ aɪ hˈɪɹ hɜː wˈɔːɹm blˈʌd lˈiːpɪŋ, ænd lˈaɪf ɪt sˈiːmz ɪz bˌʌt ɐ fˈɪtfəl slˈiːpɪŋ, ænd wiː bˌʌt fɹˈɛtfəl ʃˈeɪdz ðæt dɹˈiːmd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðæt lˈʌv, ænd ɑːɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.