text_original: In this second life of sleep, where for a time the soul alone exists, and the physical being with all its material ills seems to disappear, he saw the beloved maiden, no more beautiful, no purer, than in reality, but happier, freer, more wholly his own.
text_transcription: IN THIS SECOND LIFE OF SLEEP WHERE FOR A TIME THE SOUL ALONE EXISTS AND THE PHYSICAL BEING WITH ALL ITS MATERIAL ILL SEEMS TO DISAPPEAR HE SAW THE BELOVED MAIDEN NO MORE BEAUTIFUL NO PURER THAN IN REALITY BUT HAPPIER FREER MORE WHOLLY HIS OWN
phonemes: ɪn ðɪs sˈɛkənd lˈaɪf ʌv slˈiːp, wˌɛɹ fɚɹə tˈaɪm ðə sˈoʊl ɐlˈoʊn ɛɡzˈɪsts, ænd ðə fˈɪzɪkəl bˌiːɪŋ wɪð ˈɔːl ɪts mətˈɪɹiəl ˈɪlz sˈiːmz tə dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ, hiː sˈɔː ðə bᵻlˈʌvd mˈeɪdən, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ bjˈuːɾifəl, nˈoʊ pjˈʊɹɹɚ, ðɐn ɪn ɹɪˈælᵻɾi, bˌʌt hˈæpɪɚ, fɹˈiːɚ, mˈɔːɹ hˈoʊli hɪz ˈoʊn.