text_original: And Zephirus, and Flora gentelly, Yave to these floures soft and tenderly. His swotef breth, and made him for to sprede, As god and goddesse of the flourie mede, In which me though te I might day by day, Dwellen alway, the joly month of May, Withouten slepe, withouten meat or drinke : Adoune full softly I gan to sinke, * Fearful.
text_transcription: AND ZEPHYRUS AND FLORA GENTLY GAVE TO THESE FLOURS SOFT AND TENDERLY HIS SWORE TO BREATH AND MADE HIM FOR TO SPREDA AS GOD AND GODDESSOR OF THE FLOWERY MAIDA IN WHICH METHOUGHTER I MISCHED DAY BY DAY DWELLEN ALWAY THE JOLLY MONTH OF MAY WITHOUTEN SLEEPER WITHOUTEN MEAT OR DRINKER A DOUNIFUL SOFTLY I BEGAN TO SINKE
phonemes: ænd zˈɛfɜːɹəs, ænd flˈɔːɹə dʒˈɛntəli, jˈeɪv tə ðiːz flˈaʊɚz sˈɔft ænd tˈɛndɚli. hɪz swˈoʊɾəf bɹˈɛθ, ænd mˌeɪd hˌɪm fɔːɹ tə spɹˈiːd, æz ɡˈɑːd ænd ɡˈɑːdɛs ʌvðə flˈaʊɚɹi mˈiːd, ɪnwˌɪtʃ mˌiː ðˌoʊ tˈiː aɪ mˌaɪt dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, dwˈɛlən ˈɔlweɪ, ðə dʒˈoʊli mˈʌnθ ʌv mˈeɪ, wɪðˈaʊʔn̩ slˈiːp, wɪðˈaʊʔn̩ mˈiːt ɔːɹ dɹˈɪŋk : ɐdˈaʊn fˈʊl sˈɔftli aɪ ɡˈæn tə sˈɪŋk, ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk fˈɪɹfəl.