text_original: The day followed the promise of the dawn. The clouds hung low, and now and again great drops struck the faces of the people in the field. And like the heavens, the assembly itself was charged with we knew not what. Was it peace or war?
text_transcription: THE DAY FOLLOWED THE PROMISE OF THE DAWN THE CLOUDS HUNG LOW AND NOW AND AGAIN GREAT DROPS STRUCK THE FACES OF THE PEOPLE IN THE FIELD AND LIKE THE HEAVENS THE ASSEMBLY ITSELF WAS CHARGED WITH WE KNEW NOT WHAT WAS IT PEACE OR WAR
phonemes: ðə dˈeɪ fˈɑːloʊd ðə pɹˈɑːmɪs ʌvðə dˈɔːn. ðə klˈaʊdz hˈʌŋ lˈoʊ, ænd nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn ɡɹˈeɪt dɹˈɑːps stɹˈʌk ðə fˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə pˈiːpəl ɪnðə fˈiːld. ænd lˈaɪk ðə hˈɛvənz, ðɪ ɐsˈɛmbli ɪtsˈɛlf wʌz tʃˈɑːɹdʒd wɪð wiː nˈuː nˌɑːt wˈʌt. wʌz ɪt pˈiːs ɔːɹ wˈɔːɹ?