text_original: Ix my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live oak, the marsh and the main. The little greeE leaves would do! let me alon o my sleep. V — 17 258 POEMS OF NATURE. Upbreathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep.
text_transcription: IN MY SLEEP I WAS FAIN OF THEIR FELLOWSHIP FAIN OF THE LIVE OAK THE MARSH AND THE MAIN THE LITTLE GREEN LEAVES WOULD NOT LET ME ALONE IN MY SLEEP UP BREATHED FROM THE MARSHES A MESSAGE OF RANGE AND OF SWEEP
phonemes: ˈɪks maɪ slˈiːp aɪ wʌz fˈeɪn ʌv ðɛɹ fˈɛloʊʃˌɪp, fˈeɪn ʌvðə lˈaɪv ˈoʊk, ðə mˈɑːɹʃ ænd ðə mˈeɪn. ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡɹˈiː ˈiː lˈiːvz wʊd dˈuː! lˈɛt mˌiː ɐlˈɑːn ˈoʊ maɪ slˈiːp. vˈiː — sˈɛvəntˌiːn tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti ˈeɪt pˈoʊᵻmz ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ. ʌpbɹˈiːðd fɹʌmðə mˈɑːɹʃᵻz, ɐ mˈɛsɪdʒ ʌv ɹˈeɪndʒ ænd ʌv swˈiːp.