text_original: SONNET When welcome slumber sets my spirit free Forth to fictitious happiness it flies, And where Elysian bowers of bliss arise I seem, my Emmeline  to meet with thee!
text_transcription: SONNET WHERE WELCOME SLUMBER SETS MY SPIRITS FREE FORTH TO FICTITIOUS HAPPINESS IT FLIES AND WHERE ELYSIAN BARS OF BLISS ARISE I SEEM MY EMMELINE TO MEET WITH THEE
phonemes: sˈɑːnɪt wɛn wˈɛlkʌm slˈʌmbɚ sˈɛts maɪ spˈɪɹɪt fɹˈiː fˈɔːɹθ tə fɪktˈɪʃəs hˈæpɪnəs ɪt flˈaɪz, ænd wˌɛɹ ɛlˈɪʒən bˈaʊɚz ʌv blˈɪs ɚɹˈaɪz aɪ sˈiːm, maɪ ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn tə mˈiːt wɪð ðˈiː!