text_original: The magnificent ruling time of love, our King, Whose name made sweet our lips within our sorrows ; And thus we built fair dreams of delicate rhyme, Far from our palaces, all the long summer time.
text_transcription: THE MAGNIFICENT RULING TIME OF LOVE OUR KING WHOSE NAME MADE SWEET OUR LIPS WITHIN OUR SORROWS AND THUS WE BUILT FAIR DREAMS OF DELICATE RHYME FAR FROM OUR PALACES ALL THE LONG SUMMER TIME
phonemes: ðə mæɡnˈɪfɪsənt ɹˈuːlɪŋ tˈaɪm ʌv lˈʌv, ˌaʊɚ kˈɪŋ, hˌuːz nˈeɪm mˌeɪd swˈiːt ˌaʊɚ lˈɪps wɪðˌɪn ˌaʊɚ sˈɑːɹoʊz ; ænd ðˈʌs wiː bˈɪlt fˈɛɹ dɹˈiːmz ʌv dˈɛlᵻkət ɹˈaɪm, fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ pˈælɪsᵻz, ˈɔːl ðə lˈɔŋ sˈʌmɚ tˈaɪm.