text_original: But thou descendedst not; rather did Cephalus, drawn by thy kiss, Mount all alert through the air, fair as a beautiful god,   Mount on the amorous winds and amid the sweet odors, While all around were the nuptials of flowers and the marriage of streams. Wet lies upon his neck the heavy tress of gold, and the golden quiver Reaches above his white shoulder, held by the belt of vermilion.
text_transcription: BUT THOU DESCENDEST NOT RATHER DID SAPPHILOS DRAWN BY THY KISS MOUNT ALL ALERT THROUGH THE AIR FAIR AS A BEAUTIFUL GOD MOUNT ON THE AMOROUS WINDS AND AMID THE SWEET ODORS WHILE ALL AROUND WERE THE NUPTIALS OF FLOWERS AND THE MARRIAGE OF STREAMS WET LIES UPON HIS NECK THE HEAVY TRESS OF GOLD AND THE GOLDEN QUIVER REACHES ABOVE HIS WHITE SHOULDER HELD BY THE BELT OF VERMILION
phonemes: bˌʌt ðˈaʊ dᵻsˈɛndɛdst nˈɑːt; ɹˈæðɚ dˈɪd sˈɛfæləs, dɹˈɔːn baɪ ðˌaɪ kˈɪs, mˈaʊnt ˈɔːl ɐlˈɜːt θɹuː ðɪ ˈɛɹ, fˈɛɹ æz ɐ bjˈuːɾifəl ɡˈɑːd,   mˈaʊnt ɔnðɪ ˈæmɚɹəs wˈɪndz ænd ɐmˈɪd ðə swˈiːt ˈoʊdɚz, wˌaɪl ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaʊnd wɜː ðə nˈʌpʃəlz ʌv flˈaʊɚz ænd ðə mˈæɹɪdʒ ʌv stɹˈiːmz. wˈɛt lˈaɪz əpˌɑːn hɪz nˈɛk ðə hˈɛvi tɹˈɛs ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ænd ðə ɡˈoʊldən kwˈɪvɚ ɹˈiːtʃᵻz əbˌʌv hɪz wˈaɪt ʃˈoʊldɚ, hˈɛld baɪ ðə bˈɛlt ʌv vɜːmˈɪliən.