text_original: cal ; And on some rapt, enchanted night, They shall reveal my heart's delight. LOVE'S FREEDOM To feel her shrink beneath my touch, and keep An hour's unreason with the dancing moon ; To bid my enchanted senses thrill and swoon, To kiss and long for breath, and longing sleep ; Oh mad, white nights of old, why should I weep Your fallen hours
text_transcription: LOVE'S FREEDOM BY RICHARD MIDDLETON DREADFULLY REVOXED AT WORK BY SONYA LOVE'S FREEDOM TO FEEL HER SHRINK BENEATH MY TOUCH AND KEEP AN HOUR'S UNREASON WITH THE DANCING MOON TO BID MY ENCHANTED SENSES THRILL AND SWOON TO KISS AND LONG FOR BREATH AND LONGING SLEEP OH MAD WHITE NIGHTS OF OLD WHY SHOULD I WEEP YOUR FALLEN HOURS
phonemes: kˈæl ; ænd ˌɔn sˌʌm ɹˈæpt, ɛntʃˈæntᵻd nˈaɪt, ðeɪ ʃˌæl ɹᵻvˈiːl maɪ hˈɑːɹts dᵻlˈaɪt. lˈʌvz fɹˈiːdəm tə fˈiːl hɜː ʃɹˈɪŋk bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ tˈʌtʃ, ænd kˈiːp ɐn ˈaʊɚz ʌnɹˈiːzən wɪððə dˈænsɪŋ mˈuːn ; tə bˈɪd maɪ ɛntʃˈæntᵻd sˈɛnsᵻz θɹˈɪl ænd swˈuːn, tə kˈɪs ænd lˈɔŋ fɔːɹ bɹˈɛθ, ænd lˈɔŋɪŋ slˈiːp ; ˈoʊ mˈæd, wˈaɪt nˈaɪts ʌv ˈoʊld, wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd aɪ wˈiːp jʊɹ fˈɔːlən ˈaʊɚz