text_original: It is true, that for some nights past I have walked under the window where she and my child sleep: for _I_ could not sleep; and it was a sort of melancholy enjoyment to me to be near the spot which held all I have dear on earth.
text_transcription: IT IS TRUE THAT FOR SOME NIGHTS PAST I HAVE WALKED UNDER THE WINDOW WHERE SHE AND MY CHILD SLEEP FOR I COULD NOT SLEEP AND IT WAS A SORT OF MELANCHOLY ENJOYMENT TO ME TO BE NEAR THE SPOT WHICH HELD ALL I HAVE DEAR ON EARTH
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz tɹˈuː, ðæt fɔːɹ sˌʌm nˈaɪts pˈæst aɪ hæv wˈɔːkt ˌʌndɚ ðə wˈɪndoʊ wˌɛɹ ʃiː ænd maɪ tʃˈaɪld slˈiːp: fɔːɹ aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt slˈiːp; ænd ɪt wʌzɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ɛndʒˈɔɪmənt tə mˌiː təbi nˌɪɹ ðə spˈɑːt wˌɪtʃ hˈɛld ˈɔːl aɪ hæv dˈɪɹ ˌɔn ˈɜːθ.