text_original: Nay, now, my love, life of the life of me, I do not care to live bereft of thee. Ah ! turn again thy distant eyes to mine ; Turn on thy steps, if so thy will incline.
text_transcription: NAY NOW MY LOVE LIFE OF THE LIFE OF ME I DO NOT CARE TO LIVE BEREFT OF THEE AH TURN AGAIN THY DISTANT EYES TO MINE TURN ON THY STEPS IF SO THEY WILL INCLINE
phonemes: nˈeɪ, nˈaʊ, maɪ lˈʌv, lˈaɪf ʌvðə lˈaɪf ʌv mˌiː, aɪ duːnˌɑːt kˈɛɹ tə lˈɪv bᵻɹˈɛft ʌv ðˈiː. ˈɑː ! tˈɜːn ɐɡˈɛn ðˌaɪ dˈɪstənt ˈaɪz tə mˈaɪn ; tˈɜːn ˌɔn ðˌaɪ stˈɛps, ɪf sˌoʊ ðˌaɪ wɪl ɪŋklˈaɪn.