text_original: The jasmine and bignonia spill Their balm around your windowsill; The sill where, when magnolia white, In foliage mists, the moon hangs far, You lean with bright deep eyes of night And hearken my guitar.
text_transcription: THE JESMINE AND BIGNONIA SPILL THEIR BALM AROUND YOUR WINDOW SILL THE SILL WHERE WHEN MAGNOLIA WHITE IN FOLIAGE MISTS THE MOON HANGS FAR HE LEAN WITH BRIGHT DEEP EYES OF NIGHT AND HEARKEN MY GUITAR
phonemes: ðə dʒˈæzmɪn ænd bɪɡnˈoʊniə spˈɪl ðɛɹ bˈɑːm ɚɹˈaʊnd jʊɹ wˈɪndoʊsˌɪl; ðə sˈɪl wˈɛɹ, wˌɛn mæɡnˈoʊliə wˈaɪt, ɪn fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ mˈɪsts, ðə mˈuːn hˈæŋz fˈɑːɹ, juː lˈiːn wɪð bɹˈaɪt dˈiːp ˈaɪz ʌv nˈaɪt ænd hˈɑːɹkən maɪ ɡɪtˈɑːɹ.