text_original: "Lose and love" is love's first art; So it was with thee and me, For I first beheld thy heart On the night I last saw thee. Pine woods and mysteries! Sea sands and sorrows! Hearts fluttered by a breeze That bodes dark morrows, morrows,   Bodes dark morrows! Moonlight in sweet overflow Poured upon the earth and sea!
text_transcription: LOSE AND LOVE IS LOVE'S FIRST ART SO IT WAS WITH THEE AND ME FOR I FIRST BEHELD THY HEART ON THE NIGHT I LAST SAW THEE PINE WOODS AND MYSTERIES SEA SANDS AND SORROWS HEARTS FLUTTERED BY A BREEZE THAT BODES DARK MORROWS MORROWS BODES DARK MORROWS MOONLIGHT IN SWEET OVERFLOW POURED UPON THE EARTH AND SEA
phonemes: "lˈuːz ænd lˈʌv" ɪz lˈʌvz fˈɜːst ˈɑːɹt; sˈoʊ ɪt wʌz wɪð ðiː ænd mˌiː, fɔːɹ aɪ fˈɜːst bᵻhˈɛld ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ɔnðə nˈaɪt aɪ lˈæst sˈɔː ðˈiː. pˈaɪn wˈʊdz ænd mˈɪstɚɹiz! sˈiː sˈændz ænd sˈɑːɹoʊz! hˈɑːɹts flˈʌɾɚd baɪ ɐ bɹˈiːz ðæt bˈoʊdz dˈɑːɹk mˈɑːɹoʊz, mˈɑːɹoʊz,   bˈoʊdz dˈɑːɹk mˈɑːɹoʊz! mˈuːnlaɪt ɪn swˈiːt ˌoʊvɚflˈoʊ pˈɔːɹd əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd sˈiː!