text_original: THREE SONNETS ON SLEEP I Upon the skies of slumber dreams have flight, And one from gentlest dreams may wake to weep. The dark has moons to sway its utmost deep, And stars that touch the sleeper from their height.
text_transcription: THREE SONNETS ON SLEEP ONE UPON THE SKIES OF SLUMBER DREAMS HAVE FLIGHT AND ONE FROM GENTLER DREAMS MAY WAKE TO WEEP THE DARK HAS MOONS TO SWAY ITS UTMOST DEEP AND STARS THAT TOUCH THE SLEEPER FROM THEIR HEIGHT
phonemes: θɹˈiː sˈɑːnɪts ˌɔn slˈiːp aɪ əpˌɑːn ðə skˈaɪz ʌv slˈʌmbɚ dɹˈiːmz hæv flˈaɪt, ænd wˈʌn fɹʌm dʒˈɛntəlɪst dɹˈiːmz mˈeɪ wˈeɪk tə wˈiːp. ðə dˈɑːɹk hɐz mˈuːnz tə swˈeɪ ɪts ˈʌtmoʊst dˈiːp, ænd stˈɑːɹz ðæt tˈʌtʃ ðə slˈiːpɚ fɹʌm ðɛɹ hˈaɪt.