text_original: The young moon, riding low, shot her light upon his still, lean figure, and in that light it was strange to see how grey he looked  grey from head to foot, grey, and sad, and old, as though in summary of all the squires who in turn had looked upon that prospect frosted with young moonlight to the boundary of their lands.
text_transcription: THE YOUNG MOON RIDING LOW SHOT HER LIGHT UPON HIS STILL LEAN FIGURE AND IN THAT LIGHT IT WAS STRANGE TO SEE HOW GREY HE LOOKED GRAY FROM HEAD TO FOOT GREY AND SAD AND OLD AS THOUGH IN SUMMARY OF ALL THE SQUIRES WHO IN TURN HAD LOOKED UPON THAT PROSPECT FROSTED WITH YOUNG MOONLIGHT TO THE BOUNDARY OF THEIR LADS
phonemes: ðə jˈʌŋ mˈuːn, ɹˈaɪdɪŋ lˈoʊ, ʃˈɑːt hɜː lˈaɪt əpˌɑːn hɪz stˈɪl, lˈiːn fˈɪɡjɚ, ænd ɪn ðæt lˈaɪt ɪt wʌz stɹˈeɪndʒ tə sˈiː hˌaʊ ɡɹˈeɪ hiː lˈʊkt ɡɹˈeɪ fɹʌm hˈɛd tə fˈʊt, ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd sˈæd, ænd ˈoʊld, æz ðˌoʊ ɪn sˈʌmɚɹi ʌv ˈɔːl ðə skwˈaɪɚz hˌuː ɪn tˈɜːn hæd lˈʊkt əpˌɑːn ðæt pɹˈɑːspɛkt fɹˈɔstᵻd wɪð jˈʌŋ mˈuːnlaɪt tə ðə bˈaʊndɚɹi ʌv ðɛɹ lˈændz.