text_original: Truly I could not say what we did not talk about during those painful, yet rapturous, hours when, by the trembling light of a lamp, and almost at the very bedside of my poor sick mother, we kept midnight tryst.
text_transcription: TRULY I COULD NOT SAY WHAT WE DID NOT TALK ABOUT DURING THOSE PAINFUL YET RAPTUROUS HOURS WHEN BY THE TREMBLING LIGHT OF A LAMP AND ALMOST AT THE VERY BEDSIDE OF MY POOR SICK MOTHER WE KEPT MIDNIGHT TRYST
phonemes: tɹˈuːli aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt sˈeɪ wʌt wiː dɪdnˌɑːt tˈɔːk ɐbˌaʊt dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðoʊz pˈeɪnfəl, jˈɛt ɹˈæptʃɚɹəs, ˈaʊɚz wˈɛn, baɪ ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ lˈaɪt əvə lˈæmp, ænd ˈɔːlmoʊst æt ðə vˈɛɹi bˈɛdsaɪd ʌv maɪ pˈʊɹ sˈɪk mˈʌðɚ, wiː kˈɛpt mˈɪdnaɪt tɹˈɪst.