text_original: His name? his face? dim memories; I only know in that first kiss Was prophesied this later bliss. The dreams within my bosom grew; Nay, grieve not that my tale is true, Since all those dreams led straight to you.
text_transcription: HIS NAME HIS FACE DIM MEMORIES I ONLY KNOW IN THAT FIRST KISS WAS PROPHESIED THIS LATER BLISS THE DREAMS WITHIN MY BOSOM GREW NAY GRIEVE NOT THAT MY TALE IS TRUE SINCE ALL THOSE DREAMS LED STRAIGHT TO YOU
phonemes: hɪz nˈeɪm? hɪz fˈeɪs? dˈɪm mˈɛmɚɹiz; aɪ ˈoʊnli nˈoʊ ɪn ðæt fˈɜːst kˈɪs wʌz pɹˈɑːfəsid ðɪs lˈeɪɾɚ blˈɪs. ðə dɹˈiːmz wɪðˌɪn maɪ bˈʊzəm ɡɹˈuː; nˈeɪ, ɡɹˈiːv nˌɑːt ðæt maɪ tˈeɪl ɪz tɹˈuː, sˈɪns ˈɔːl ðoʊz dɹˈiːmz lˈɛd stɹˈeɪt tə juː.