text_original: Lost in thought, Clark stood on the parapet, watching the water gliding by until the darkness hid it,  nay, until the stars came and made golden dimples upon its surface.
text_transcription: LOST IN THOUGHT CLARK STOOD ON THE PARAPET WATCHING THE WATER GLIDING BY UNTIL THE DARKNESS HID IT NAY UNTIL THE STARS CAME AND MADE GOLDEN DIMPLES UPON ITS SURFACE
phonemes: lˈɔst ɪn θˈɔːt, klˈɑːɹk stˈʊd ɔnðə pˈæɹəpɪt, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə wˈɔːɾɚ ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ baɪ ʌntˈɪl ðə dˈɑːɹknəs hˈɪd ɪt,  nˈeɪ, ʌntˈɪl ðə stˈɑːɹz kˈeɪm ænd mˌeɪd ɡˈoʊldən dˈɪmpəlz əpˌɑːn ɪts sˈɜːfɪs.