text_original: Lie here with me dreaming, Cheek to cheek, Lithe limbs twined and gleaming, Brown and sleek; Like two serpents coiling In their lair. Where's the good of wreathing Sprays for Time's despoiling? Let me feel your breathing In my hair.
text_transcription: LIE HERE WITH ME DREAMING CHEEK TO CHEEK LITHE LIMBS TWINED AND GLEAMING BROWN AND SLEEK LIKE TWO SERPENTS COILING IN THEIR LAIR WHERE'S THE GOOD OF WREATHING SPRAYS FOR TIMES DESPOILING LET ME FEEL YOUR BREATHING IN MY HAIR
phonemes: lˈaɪ hˈɪɹ wɪð mˌiː dɹˈiːmɪŋ, tʃˈiːk tə tʃˈiːk, lˈaɪð lˈɪmz twˈaɪnd ænd ɡlˈiːmɪŋ, bɹˈaʊn ænd slˈiːk; lˈaɪk tˈuː sˈɜːpənts kˈɔɪlɪŋ ɪn ðɛɹ lˈɛɹ. wˌɛɹz ðə ɡˈʊd ʌv ɹˈiːðɪŋ spɹˈeɪz fɔːɹ tˈaɪmz dᵻspˈɔɪlɪŋ? lˈɛt mˌiː fˈiːl jʊɹ bɹˈiːðɪŋ ɪn maɪ hˈɛɹ.