text_original: I sit where he sat beside me quaffing The wine of story and song Poured forth of immortal cups, and laughing When mirth in the draught grew strong.
text_transcription: I SIT WHERE HE SAT BESIDE ME QUAFFING THE WINE OF STORY AND SONG POURED FORTH OF IMMORTAL CUPS AND LAUGHING WHEN MIRTH IN THE DRAUGHT GREW STRONG
phonemes: aɪ sˈɪt wˌɛɹ hiː sˈæt bᵻsˌaɪd mˌiː kwˈɑːfɪŋ ðə wˈaɪn ʌv stˈɔːɹi ænd sˈɔŋ pˈɔːɹd fˈɔːɹθ ʌv ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl kˈʌps, ænd lˈæfɪŋ wɛn mˈɜːθ ɪnðə dɹˈæft ɡɹˈuː stɹˈɔŋ.