text_original: AFTERWARD. There _is_ no vacant chair. The loving meet   A group unbroken  smitten, who knows how? One sitteth silent only, in his usual seat; We gave him once that freedom. Why not now?
text_transcription: AFTERWARD THERE IS NO VACANT CHAIR THE LOVING MEAT A GROUP UNBROKEN SMITTEN WHO KNOWS HOW ONE SITTETH SILENT ONLY IN HIS USUAL SEAT WE GAVE HIM ONCE THAT FREEDOM WHY NOT NOW
phonemes: ˈæftɚwɚd. ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ vˈeɪkənt tʃˈɛɹ. ðə lˈʌvɪŋ mˈiːt ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌnbɹˈoʊkən smˈɪʔn̩, hˌuː nˈoʊz hˈaʊ? wˈʌn sˈɪɾəθ sˈaɪlənt ˈoʊnli, ɪn hɪz jˈuːʒuːəl sˈiːt; wiː ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm wˈʌns ðæt fɹˈiːdəm. wˌaɪ nˌɑːt nˈaʊ?