text_original: Now shadow, now shine, as the branches ope, Flickereth over my love the while: From her sunny eyes gleams the May time hope, And her pure lips dawn in a wistful smile.
text_transcription: NOW SHADOW NOW SHINE AS THE BRANCH'S OPE FLICKERETH OVER MY LOVE THE WHILE FROM HER SUNNY EYES GLEAMS THE MAYTIME HOPE AND HER PURE LIPS DAWN IN A WISTFUL SMILE
phonemes: nˈaʊ ʃˈædoʊ, nˈaʊ ʃˈaɪn, æz ðə bɹˈæntʃᵻz ˈoʊp, flˈɪkɚɹəθ ˌoʊvɚ maɪ lˈʌv ðə wˈaɪl: fɹʌm hɜː sˈʌni ˈaɪz ɡlˈiːmz ðə mˈeɪ tˈaɪm hˈoʊp, ænd hɜː pjˈʊɹ lˈɪps dˈɔːn ɪn ɐ wˈɪstfəl smˈaɪl.