text_original: Like sunset clouds or the colours in mother o' pearl, so, it is written, shall be the moods of men  interwoven as the threads of an embroidery, less certain than an April day, yet with a rhythm of their own that never fails, and no one can quite scan.
text_transcription: LIKE SUNSET CLOUDS OR THE COLOURS IN MOTHER OF PEARL SO IT IS WRITTEN SHALL BE THE MOODS OF MEN INTERWOVEN AS THE THREADS OF AN EMBROIDERY LESS CERTAIN THAN AN APRIL DAY YET WITH A RHYTHM OF THEIR OWN THAT NEVER FAILS AND NO ONE CAN QUITE SCAN
phonemes: lˈaɪk sˈʌnsɛt klˈaʊdz ɔːɹ ðə kˈʌlɚz ɪn mˈʌðɚɹ ˈoʊ pˈɜːl, sˈoʊ, ɪɾ ɪz ɹˈɪʔn̩, ʃˌæl biː ðə mˈuːdz ʌv mˈɛn ˌɪntɚwˈoʊvən æz ðə θɹˈɛdz əvən ɛmbɹˈɔɪdɚɹi, lˈɛs sˈɜːʔn̩ ðˌænən ˈeɪpɹəl dˈeɪ, jˈɛt wɪð ɐ ɹˈɪðəm ʌv ðɛɹ ˈoʊn ðæt nˈɛvɚ fˈeɪlz, ænd nˈoʊwˈʌn kæn kwˈaɪt skˈæn.