text_original: Turning southward, we soon left behind the shaded esplanade and the city's roofs below us, and came to the first of the plantation houses set back amidst the dark foliage. No tremor shook the fringe of moss that hung from the heavy boughs, so still was the day, and an indefinable, milky haze stretched between us and the cloudless sky above.
text_transcription: TURNING SOUTHWARD WE SOON LEFT BEHIND THE SHADED ESPLANADE AND THE CITY'S ROOFS BELOW US AND CAME TO THE FIRST OF THE PLANTATION HOUSES SET BACK AMIDST THE DARK FOLIAGE NO TREMOR SHOOK THE FRINGE OF MOSS THAT HUNG FROM THE HEAVY BOUGHS SO STILL WAS THE DAY AND AN INDEFINABLE MILKY HAZE STRETCHED BETWEEN US AND THE CLOUDLESS SKY ABOVE
phonemes: tˈɜːnɪŋ sˈaʊθwɚd, wiː sˈuːn lˈɛft bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə ʃˈeɪdᵻd ˈɛsplɐnˌeɪd ænd ðə sˈɪɾiz ɹˈuːfs bᵻlˈoʊ ˌʌs, ænd kˈeɪm tə ðə fˈɜːst ʌvðə plæntˈeɪʃən hˈaʊzᵻz sˈɛt bˈæk ɐmˈɪdst ðə dˈɑːɹk fˈoʊlɪɪdʒ. nˈoʊ tɹˈɛmɚ ʃˈʊk ðə fɹˈɪndʒ ʌv mˈɔs ðæt hˈʌŋ fɹʌmðə hˈɛvi bˈaʊz, sˌoʊ stˈɪl wʌzðə dˈeɪ, ænd ɐn ɪndɪfˈaɪnəbəl, mˈɪlki hˈeɪz stɹˈɛtʃt bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs ænd ðə klˈaʊdləs skˈaɪ əbˈʌv.