text_original: Yes, Miss Ashburn, when at night you had retired from me, I beheld only solitude and imprisonment; and I have waited hours in that forlorn gallery, that I might catch the whisper of your breathings, that the consciousness of being near a friend might restore me to hope, to hilarity, to confidence.
text_transcription: YES MISS ASHBURN WHEN AT NIGHT YOU HAD RETIRED FROM ME I BEHELD ONLY SOLITUDE AND IMPRISONMENT AND I HAVE WAITED HOURS IN THAT FORLORN GALLERY THAT I MIGHT CATCH THE WHISPER OF YOUR BREATHINGS THAT THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF BEING NEAR A FRIEND MIGHT RESTORE ME TO HOPE TO HILARITY TO CONFIDENCE
phonemes: jˈɛs, mˈɪs ˈæʃbɜːn, wˌɛn æt nˈaɪt juː hæd ɹᵻtˈaɪɚd fɹʌm mˌiː, aɪ bᵻhˈɛld ˈoʊnli sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ænd ɪmpɹˈɪzənmənt; ænd aɪ hæv wˈeɪɾᵻd ˈaʊɚz ɪn ðæt fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn ɡˈælɚɹi, ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt kˈætʃ ðə wˈɪspɚɹ ʌv jʊɹ bɹˈiːðɪŋz, ðætðə kˈɑːnʃəsnəs ʌv bˌiːɪŋ nˌɪɹ ɐ fɹˈɛnd mˌaɪt ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ mˌiː tə hˈoʊp, tə hɪlˈæɹᵻɾi, tə kˈɑːnfɪdəns.