text_original: A stillness crept into the afternoon like the stillness of night. The wide house was darkened and silent, and without a sunlight washed with gold filtered through the leaves. There was a drowsy hum of bees, and in the distance the occasional languishing note of a bird singing what must have been a cradle song. My mind wandered, and shirked the task that was set to it. Could anything be gained by meddling?
text_transcription: A STILLNESS CREPT INTO THE AFTERNOON LIKE THE STILLNESS OF NIGHT THE WIDE HOUSE WAS DARKENED AND SILENT AND WITHOUT A SUNLIGHT WASHED WITH GOLD FILTERED THROUGH THE LEAVES THERE WAS A DROWSY HUM OF BEES AND IN THE DISTANCE THE OCCASIONAL LANGUISHING NOTE OF A BIRD SINGING WHICH MIGHT HAVE BEEN A CRADLE SONG MY MIND WANDERED AND SHIRKED THE TASK THAT WAS SET TO IT COULD ANYTHING BE GAINED BY MEDDLING
phonemes: ɐ stˈɪlnəs kɹˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn lˈaɪk ðə stˈɪlnəs ʌv nˈaɪt. ðə wˈaɪd hˈaʊs wʌz dˈɑːɹkənd ænd sˈaɪlənt, ænd wɪðˌaʊt ɐ sˈʌnlaɪt wˈɑːʃt wɪð ɡˈoʊld fˈɪltɚd θɹuː ðə lˈiːvz. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ dɹˈaʊsi hˈʌm ʌv bˈiːz, ænd ɪnðə dˈɪstəns ðɪ əkˈeɪʒənəl lˈæŋɡwɪʃɪŋ nˈoʊt əvə bˈɜːd sˈɪŋɪŋ wʌt mˈʌstɐv bˌɪn ɐ kɹˈeɪdəl sˈɔŋ. maɪ mˈaɪnd wˈɔndɚd, ænd ʃˈɜːkt ðə tˈæsk ðæt wʌz sˈɛt tʊ ɪt. kʊd ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ biː ɡˈeɪnd baɪ mˈɛdlɪŋ?