text_original: 68 LOVE'S MORTALITY THE night of nights drew to its tardy close And through the dew the lily soothed the rose With words of love immortal, Till from the golden and desired portal The curtains of the night were plucked aside, And dawn led forth my bride.
text_transcription: LOVE'S MORTALITY THE NIGHT OF NIGHTS DREW TO ITS TARDY CLOSE AND THROUGH THE DEW THE LILIES SOOTHED THE ROSE WITH WORDS OF LOVE IMMORTAL TILL FROM THE GOLDEN AND DESIRED PORTAL THE CURTAINS OF THE NIGHT WERE PLUCKED ASIDE AND DAWN LED FORTH MY BRIDE
phonemes: sˈɪksti ˈeɪt lˈʌvz mɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi ðə nˈaɪt ʌv nˈaɪts dɹˈuː tʊ ɪts tˈɑːɹdi klˈoʊs ænd θɹuː ðə dˈuː ðə lˈɪli sˈuːðd ðə ɹˈoʊz wɪð wˈɜːdz ʌv lˈʌv ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl, tˈɪl fɹʌmðə ɡˈoʊldən ænd dɪzˈaɪɚd pˈɔːɹɾəl ðə kˈɜːtənz ʌvðə nˈaɪt wɜː plˈʌkt ɐsˈaɪd, ænd dˈɔːn lˈɛd fˈɔːɹθ maɪ bɹˈaɪd.