text_original: When I thus encircled all my soul held dear—while I hung over her beauties—beheld her eyes sparkle, and every feature flush with virtuous fondness—when I saw her enchanting bosom heave with undissembled rapture, and knew myself the happy cause—heavens!
text_transcription: WHEN I THUS ENCIRCLED ALL MY SOUL HELD DEAR WHILE I HUNG OVER HER BEAUTIES BEHELD HER EYES SPARKLE AND EVERY FEATURE FLUSH WITH VIRTUOUS FONDNESS WHEN I SAW HER ENCHANTING BOSOM HEAVE WITH UNDISSEMBLED RAPTURE AND KNEW MYSELF THE HAPPY CAUSE HEAVENS
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ ðˈʌs ɛnsˈɜːkəld ˈɔːl maɪ sˈoʊl hˈɛld dˈɪɹ—wˌaɪl aɪ hˈʌŋ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː bjˈuːɾiz—bᵻhˈɛld hɜːɹ ˈaɪz spˈɑːɹkəl, ænd ˈɛvɹi fˈiːtʃɚ flˈʌʃ wɪð vˈɜːtʃuːəs fˈɑːndnəs—wˌɛn aɪ sˈɔː hɜːɹ ɛntʃˈæntɪŋ bˈʊzəm hˈiːv wɪð ʌndɪsˈɛmbəld ɹˈæptʃɚ, ænd nˈuː maɪsˈɛlf ðə hˈæpi kˈɔːz—hˈɛvənz!