text_original: Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink, Let Sympathy pledge us, through pleasure, through pain, That, fast as a feeling but touches one link, Uer magic shall send it direct through the chain.
text_transcription: THUS CIRCLING THE CUP HAND IN HAND ERE WE DRINK LET SYMPATHY PLEDGE US THROUGH PLEASURE THROUGH PAIN THAT FAST AS A FEELING BUT TOUCHES ONE LINK HER MAGIC SHALL SEND IT DIRECT THROUGH THE CHAIN END OF POEM THIS RECORDING IS IN
phonemes: ðˈʌs sˈɜːklɪŋ ðə kˈʌp, hˈænd ɪn hˈænd, ˈɛɹ wiː dɹˈɪŋk, lˈɛt sˈɪmpəθi plˈɛdʒ ˌʌs, θɹuː plˈɛʒɚ, θɹuː pˈeɪn, ðˈæt, fˈæst æz ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ bˌʌt tˈʌtʃᵻz wˈʌn lˈɪŋk, jˈuːɚ mˈædʒɪk ʃˌæl sˈɛnd ɪt dᵻɹˈɛkt θɹuː ðə tʃˈeɪn.