text_original: Yea, waken, my love, for to morrow we wed: Uplift the lids of thy beautiful eyes. A light at her feet and a light at her head, How fast asleep my Dolores lies!
text_transcription: YEA WAKEN MY LOVE FOR TO MORROW WE WED UPLIFT THE LIDS OF THY BEAUTIFUL EYES A LIGHT AT HER FEET AND A LIGHT AT HER HEAD HOW FAST ASLEEP MY DOLOROUS LIES
phonemes: jˈeɪ, wˈeɪkən, maɪ lˈʌv, fɔːɹ tə mˈɑːɹoʊ wiː wˈɛd: ʌplˈɪft ðə lˈɪdz ʌv ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾifəl ˈaɪz. ɐ lˈaɪt æt hɜː fˈiːt ænd ɐ lˈaɪt æt hɜː hˈɛd, hˌaʊ fˈæst ɐslˈiːp maɪ dəlˈɔːɹɪs lˈaɪz!