text_original: Riot of fountains, song of leaping streams, And sombre music through the stately pines Quickened the breathless passion of their dreams, Their veins were fraught with such enchanted wines As press Olympus' grapes, their lips were set To their sweet task of kissing, kissing yet. 83 LAST YEAR'S LOVE Oh, summer ! summer
text_transcription: RIOT OF FOUNTAINS SONG OF LEAPING STREAMS AND SOMBRE MUSIC THROUGH THE STATELY PINES QUICKENED THE BREATHLESS PASSION OF THEIR DREAMS THEIR VEINS WERE FRAUGHT WITH SUCH ENCHANTED WINES AS PRESS OLYMPUS GRAPES THEIR LIPS WERE SET TO THEIR SWEET TASK OF KISSING KISSING YET O SUMMER SUMMER
phonemes: ɹˈaɪət ʌv fˈaʊntɪnz, sˈɔŋ ʌv lˈiːpɪŋ stɹˈiːmz, ænd sˈɑːmbɚ mjˈuːzɪk θɹuː ðə stˈeɪtli pˈaɪnz kwˈɪkənd ðə bɹˈɛθləs pˈæʃən ʌv ðɛɹ dɹˈiːmz, ðɛɹ vˈeɪnz wɜː fɹˈɔːt wɪð sˈʌtʃ ɛntʃˈæntᵻd wˈaɪnz æz pɹˈɛs əlˈɪmpəs ɡɹˈeɪps, ðɛɹ lˈɪps wɜː sˈɛt tə ðɛɹ swˈiːt tˈæsk ʌv kˈɪsɪŋ, kˈɪsɪŋ jˈɛt. ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː lˈæst jˈɪɹz lˈʌv ˈoʊ, sˈʌmɚ ! sˈʌmɚ